peace...

Last night, almost dusk. Hubby was puttering out back. Kids were gone to a youth group skating party and I was sitting on my porch swing. The wind was blowing just enough to stir my wind chimes. The sun was almost gone, low enough for cooler temps. The lightning bugs were just warming up for the evening. The summer bugs were starting up in fits and starts, nothing like the continuous drone they'll be going every night starting soon. But enough to be pleasant. I hardly ever just sit and think..but I did. I sat and did absolutely nothing for about 20 minutes until the kids got home. I thought of summer as a kid. I dont have alot of real happy memories as a kid, but I remember just sitting on summer evenings and hearing the sounds. Night bugs, wind blowing, whipporwills, bullfrogs. Then the kids were home, and catching lightning bugs. Little flying bits of magic, no matter how old or young you are. The neighbor walks by with her dog. Dark was falling, but its early enough that the mosquitos arent terrible yet. We stayed out, the kids got their light sabers and had several battles. Why..what is this foreign feeling? What is the creeping up in me and spilling out as night falls on my street? Ah, I put my finger on it...CONTENTMENT.

xoxo melzie