7/6/2019 - Front Porch

On the front porch swing with the warm sun on my back and “Movin’ Out” keeping time with the push and pull of my legs. Rocking in a wicker chair with a book and cup of tea as the sun fades beyond the pine trees, casting the prairie wheat in silver majesty, to be replaced by the flickering lights of the fireflies in the thicket and soft chirp of the crickets under the pines as they harmonize with Madeleine Peyroux’s easy voice. If the fireflies would but climb a little higher, they might mingle with the stars above. In that moment, looking up from my book, to the fireflies, to the brilliant stars, things are right where they belong.