We went up to the park just before nightfall.
The cool air smelled of rain. We heard high-pitched spring peepers again - the first of the year. Cattails showed the barest bits of green, dark against the straw-colored winter stalks. A flock of Canada geese muttered to each other. As we approached they quietly slid into the pond.
Ox thought he saw the wake of a muskrat or beaver. He went onto the dam to see. I stood by the cattails and felt the soft clean air, smelled the murky scent of the pond, saw the dusk of the cloudy sky. I felt that I was, in every molecule, a part of the sky, the pond, the animals and the plants, I felt a passionate and serene joy that lasted for minutes, for an eternity, before we left for home in the dark.
The cool air smelled of rain. We heard high-pitched spring peepers again - the first of the year. Cattails showed the barest bits of green, dark against the straw-colored winter stalks. A flock of Canada geese muttered to each other. As we approached they quietly slid into the pond.
Ox thought he saw the wake of a muskrat or beaver. He went onto the dam to see. I stood by the cattails and felt the soft clean air, smelled the murky scent of the pond, saw the dusk of the cloudy sky. I felt that I was, in every molecule, a part of the sky, the pond, the animals and the plants, I felt a passionate and serene joy that lasted for minutes, for an eternity, before we left for home in the dark.
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