Crickets!
Were they already here?
I sat solitary and intentionally listened
For the first time this year
To their low, long, slow song of consistency
A bird spoke up
Then a few more
Getting the last of their thoughts out
And as the sun set
A group of returning geese began to honk
Once the sky was purple
Their voices rising deep and urgent staccato
Against the cricket hum.
I thought of us
Newly us
Alone in the woods
Untying the knots
Of our complicated lives.
Slow down my love. Come sit with me again.
-liz gilbert
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