Monday, September 21, 2015

Last Summer Night

Quite often when I look up from the back step as Ducky does his business before bed, or stand out in the yard under the stars, the sight of the Big Dipper takes me back to the veranda of a little cabin in northern New Brunswick.
There, the constellations seemed even larger and closer than they do here. Were we further north? Or was it that the yard was more heavily treed and so the Dipper was framed somehow, making it the sky’s main event?
But it is so, here, too.
It was beautiful there, then, and it’s beautiful here, now.

And I can’t help going back, in my mind, to the girl I was, and telling her where I am 36 years later: still awed and comforted by nature, still seeking frequent solitude, still sharing the dazzling night sky with no one.


  1. Hey, I was about to get my butt off my chair to go take a picture of the moon to post on my blog and decided to come and read yours first - and here's your moon post! I'm often in need of solitude too so I can really relate to your writing.

    1. There are so few summer evenings here without mosquitoes that fall nights are preferable. It's turned maybe too cold since the other night to sit out there, but I always step out before bed and look at the stars. Even in 30 below, it takes at least 30 seconds to get cold.


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