I woke up yesterday morning around 6:30 a.m. As much as I wanted to make up for some sleep that I lost, I was driven by an impulse to get up.
I wonder if you remember a story appearing in TV news back in the early 1980s. A United flight on its way from Honolulu to Los Angeles made an emergency landing because a passenger was trying to open the cabin door. After the landing he explained to security officers why he did it: "I heard the echo of nature telling me that I am a bird, and I am not supposed to be trapped in this cage." The news became a hot subject in the laboratory where I worked as a graduate student.
Well, as much as I laughed at the news back then, some forty years later, I found myself wacky by responding to the "echo of nature". No worries! I am crazy but will not make a drama anywhere else except home and Brightwood Park. 😊
The park apparently retained a lot of precipitation overnight. Evaporation from the ground created a light fog, allowing the rising sun to spray light beams into the woods. Seeing this in multiple areas, I could not help but shout out: "Brightwood!"
A gentle breeze came by and the water drops hiding in the trees started to dance and jump. It felt strange when the sky was blue with no clouds at all, and the sun was shining, a rain shower took place in the woods, A poor spider was totally unprepared. So was I. While the spider web was swinging, I started dancing in sync and singing "Raindrops keep fallin' on my head".
As I was about to leave, a smiling face on a tree waved at me. Despite the activities in the woods, the pond was as tranquil as a mirror. Without including the shore, a picture of the pond would be hard for one to tell which side is up.
The chairs by the shore reminded me of friends including Jack and Joan Miller who often sit there to watch ducks and geese. I long to see them there soon, and you, too!