A Sensory Experience
April 27, 2008Sitting in the fold-up lawn chair leaning against the back of the stucco house, allows me to gently lean my head against the prickly wall to enjoy the afternoon sun. The rays warm my face and arms and I close my eyes, relaxing into the much missed heat. The sparrows and chickadees twitter and chirp in the trees. Their movements are discernible as the sounds of delicate paper fans. Whoosh…the sound of much bigger wings flapping the air descends from the big, old pine tree. Curiosity forces my eyes open and I catch the glint of shiny black feathers through the green needles. Whoosh- from one branch to another the sturdy crow moves, until it too finds a spot to sit for a moment. Low-level humming meanders my way and I observe several bees hovering above the lawn. I appreciate the garden inhabitants and their orchestral efforts.
Hi, a really nice piece–it took me right to the back porch with you, which sounds and looks a lot different than the rainy urban landscape outside my window. It also reminded me of how many sounds there are around us at any moment–thank you for that.
As well, the ‘delicate paper fans’ comparison was delicious–original and poignant.
J
Hi Joanne,
Sorry for taking so long to leave a comment for you — I thought I had left one a while ago, but I must not have done it correctly.
Your descriptions of the feelings and sounds you experienced while sitting in the lawn chair had me longing for a warm week-end so that I could put myself in your place. I especially liked the sentence “Whoosh…the sound of much bigger wings flapping the air…” I could almost feel the breeze from those wings!
Wendy