Jun 6, 2009
After a week of quiet sunshine and feeling like a lazy summer had arrived, I am now watching the trees come alive in a wild dance of swaying branches and madly nodding leaves. The sky is a dismal gray and the occasional groan of a strong wind agonizing like an animal in pain gives me an eerie feeling. Nature is restless and vocal. Her large, loud movements remind me of how small and inconspicuous I am and if I ever thought that I, as a human, was supreme -- I've been put squarely back in place.