We walked outside last night to get in the car. It was dusk.
I was sweating, in a hurry, putting the kids in carseats. I went to the mailbox first, and as I’m checking the mail, I see my five year old twirling in the yard. “I LOVE that sound!” she exclaimed.
I heard nothing. Again, she said it. I looked at her and looked around. Made a point of listening and then it hit me… of course.
The evening summer sound of cicadas in the air. An everyday sound. So commonplace that I no longer even recognize it.
To her it is a beautiful sound, indicative of family time and summer nights, perhaps.
My lesson for the day… know what you’re missing. How did I miss this? How did I get so caught up in the rush, rush, busy, busy… to not hear the beautiful summer evening? I know it will not happen again. At the end of the day, my lesson was learned.
~K
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