Early morning, not a leaf stirring, birds silently roosting, insects motionlessly waiting for the heat of day.
It is as if nature has taken a deep breath and then paused, waiting to exhale.
“Watching the animals come and go, and feeling the land swell up to meet them and then feeling it grow still at their departure, I came to think of the migrations as breath, as the land breathing. In spring a great inhalation of light and animals. The long-bated breath of summer. And an exhalation that propelled them all south in the fall.” ( Barry Lopez, American writer.)
Its mid-August and I take time to inhale deeply, pausing to enjoy the aroma of late summer before slowly exhaling a sweet, cleansing breath.
One of the migrating creatures that I will miss until the first breath of spring brings them back to valley of the New River.
I like Barry Lopez’s description of autumn’s seasonal migration. As much as I hate to see the hummingbirds, monarchs and towhees take flight to their winter homes they will be back in a great “inhalation of light and animals” after the cleansing breath we call winter.