Notes from the Waxhaws

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I’ve always had a fondness for the sound of airplanes. In particular…the ones with reciprocating engines…with a propellor up front. One of my earliest memories is standing outside in the backyard in Chicago, staring up at a gleaming silver object humming along through the cloudless blue skies.

Today was one of those glorious…cool…cloudless sky days here in the Carolinas. A perfect afternoon for sitting on the front porch…alone with the dogs…listening to the crickets sing their last fling before the silence of winter drifts in (it was 28 degrees this morning…everything covered in frost). But today…a reprieve from the inevitable…

The wind in the trees.

Faint hum of an airplane far

in the distance. Peace.

Written by Jim

October 30, 2011 at 4:32 pm

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