I love summer with its easy, breezy style of living.
For me, summer has always been full of promise and all things magical. I particularly love summer nights when mysterious dreams and misguided adventures come quick and without warning under a starlit sky.
One recent evening, I found my way to Jeffrey Park to watch the delightful dance of fireflies filling the meadow with twinkling orbs under a full moon.
And because fireflies only happen once a year, and less and less due to fertilizers/pesticides, I couldn’t wait to catch the evening show. But true to the unpredictable moods of a summer night, this event was soon eclipsed by a different sort of magic.
Being the last park visitor, I quietly waited within the gathering darkness un til a group of bats diving overhead in search of insects caught my attention. Their precision flying and turn-on-a-dime maneuvering revealed amazing aeronautical acrobatics and became a wonderful prelude event. “Bravo and well done,” I said out loud with a slight nod of approval.
And if bats and bugs weren’t entertaining enough, the low whistle of a faraway train and the seductive calls of two Barred Owls cast an eerie spell over the evening’s already dreamy mood.
And if bats and bugs weren’t entertaining enough, the low whistle of a faraway train and the seductive calls of two Barred Owls cast an eerie spell over the evening’s already dreamy mood.
Then suddenly without any notice or fanfare, a group of teenage boys appeared and descended en masse from a hilltop horizon. Seemingly under the influence of one thought, they formed a circle in the center of the shadowy meadow where laughter, running and tumbling on the cool evening grass was the order of business. And as quickly as the boys appeared, they disappeared behind the black curtain of the dark woods.
“How truly odd was that?” I thought. But, I quickly reasoned that summer nights and teenage boys have always been a most impulsive pair. Once again, I settled in and waited for the fireflies to emerge.
Just as the meadow began to sparkle, however, another invasion of what appeared to be a wayward band of Peter Pan’s lost boys soared down a lamp-lit driveway on their bikes.
And as any lost boy would do, they quickly abandoned two-wheels for the high-flying, weightlessness of a swing set.
Just as the meadow began to sparkle, however, another invasion of what appeared to be a wayward band of Peter Pan’s lost boys soared down a lamp-lit driveway on their bikes.
And as any lost boy would do, they quickly abandoned two-wheels for the high-flying, weightlessness of a swing set.
The meadow was now filling with fireflies and the echoes of young explorers playing under the mysterious veil of darkness. |
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