Notes from the Waxhaws

Complete bliss

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Most days I can hear some sounds of civilization. The mechanized whirring of autos and trucks on the highway a mile away. An occasional airplane winging its way overhead. I imagine them to be like Stephen King’s Langoliers…off in the distance…incessantly and relentlessly nibbling away at the edges of my world. I wonder…how long before the present world overtakes my fortress of solitude.

But on some days, such as today…with the wind gently blowing from the right direction…it’s the complete, muffled silence of the desert…against which plays the chorus of cicadas, crickets, and frogs…and the liquid song of a scarlet Summer Tanager singing from the treetops. The sounds of Summer…pure and unadulterated. The world outside my world…fading away. Complete bliss…

Written by Jim

July 14, 2012 at 6:10 pm

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  1. Ah-h-h yes…those moments of pure bliss we live for~ So happy you can find yours on occasion.

    Patti Grace

    July 16, 2012 at 1:26 am

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