I have tried 2 other times, actually now my 5th time, to write a post from my iPhone. All updates disappeared. So much for the wonders of this over-rated instrument. I don’t like it, but that’s another post.
When I woke this morning, I heard a few birds, the stoic ones that tough it out over Winter and then there was nothing but quiet.
I live in a beautiful area. It is on the outer Cape of Cape Cod, Ma. For 6 months, it’s busy and touristy. People are happy but the energy feels frenetic to me. Perhaps an immediate rush of over-stimulation from off-season.
The wildlife and environment become muted and over-shadowed by the sudden influx of people and activity.
They are gone now, so this is when I exhale. Crowds have thinned to mostly week-end home owners, looking for a respite. Nature has resumed.
Foxes have come out of hiding & roam freely between gardens for food. They like mine. I have plenty of voles or moles, I never know which ones they are but they’re obviously good, because I have a few regulars who appear well fed.
The light has changed & ironically with that, come magnificent sunsets. I have pictures where people are convinced they were photo shopped. They weren’t. They’re just that stunning.
So this is the best time for me to write. When it’s quiet and I can walk to the beach and stand alone between the wind and salty air.
It is a reflective time. There’s something about a shorter day that makes me feel more insular. I go inside and become more introspective. As if I don’t think enough.
When I would climb into bed with my husband and his eyes would begin to close, I seemed to come alive. Once my head hit the pillow, I became still enough to process the day. An idea or thought would float by, so I would sit up on my elbows, look at him and say, “You know, I was thinking.” He would look back at me with a particular facial expression that said, here it comes. He knew me, and responded with, ” You always are.”
I look at it this way. Years ago, there was a great tv commercial during the big anti-drug campaign. It ran on a regular basis and the punchline said, ” A mind is a terrible thing to waste.” To date, I have nothing to worry about.
Oh iPhone, don’t disappoint me on this final attempt. Publish my post this time. As another famous ad says, ” Just do it.”
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