7.28.2010

When I feel rich


On a late summer evening, laying in the back yard

The last remnants of a passing storm gently rock my hammock

The mountain-like clouds of the eastward retreating storm reflect the last rays of the westward traveling Sun

The reflected light from the thunderhead falls calmly over my right shoulder and instead of turning to gaze at the towering storm clouds or the golden sunset I pick up my book

The distant thunder softly calls for my attention, but I don't listen

This is when I feel rich



1 comment:

Lee-Ruth-Clark-Cal-Shanna-Haley-Elden said...

I too love a good summer evening...a good summer storm for that matter too! We almost bought a hammock in Nicaragua. I wish we would have!