Friday, June 10, 2011

Great things about being blind. Sounds of chilhood

I spent a little time this week at the cottage we have had since I was not even born.  For several years recently, my mom had been renting it out but a couple of years ago she took it back and now we have it again.  Going there is so wonderful and peaceful.  The sounds are so familiar.  The snap of the closing screen door.  The squirrels chattering.  The crows.  The other birds.  Cardinals and jays and some I don't know.  The smell is the same.  The feel of the floor boards under foot in the morning cool and solid.  Walking through the grass.  The slope of the hill underfoot.  The gravel driveway.  It all comes back to me.  It's still a little cool for swimming so I didn't go in even though it was extremely hot here.  Growing up there, we had a pet black lab mix.  And this week, another little black lab was there with me.  The sounds are so rich there.  So familiar.  So full of variety and nature.  A great place to write and recharge my batteries.

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