Recently, the call of the mother land was too strong to resist, so I heeded it. I had forgotten what the desert was like. Green grass in 100 degree heat. Crickets chirping. There's a certain smell, too. And the way the light hangs in the air over the island for so long it seems like true darkness will never fall, while the stars peek out, and it seems to balance for an eternity even though the earth keeps moving...it's like time grinds to a halt for just a few seconds. That's my favorite time of day. Where I live, we don't have those few fairy moments where you can go outside at/after dark and have it be almost magical. I so enjoy that twilight time.
The air has a different quality to it. There are only a few weeks of the year where everything comes together, but the last week of August is really a beautiful time.
I love the nectarines, peaches, and raspberries of late summer. I enjoy drying in less than ten minutes when you're wearing a swimming suit outside. I love picnics with my family at the park - and this one had an added bonus of bagpipe players practicing.
I'm rotten at road trips, and I struggle with the glare and parched skin. But I'm really glad I was able to go and show my boys more things to love about where I grew up. Grateful for all the hugs and talks I got. I love giggling with my sisters - one at a time, or all at once. Happy for the generosity of so many toward me. Feeling the love - especially for the last week of August.
