Friday, 4 March 2016

March 4 - Perfect evening

 Afternoon refreshments with friends followed by a perfect evening.











 It is one thing to see photos and another to smell and hear the sounds on an evening like this.  The heavy scents of flowers carried on the humid night air.  The croak of night herons as they fly by the patio on their way from the estuary to the rocks below us and the beaches (about 20 to 30 of them in 2's and 3's).  Cicadas and other night insects creating a steady background chorus.  Bats flitting silhouetted against a blue and rose sky fading to darkness.  The chirp of geckos and the bonk of an odd fig or mango falling on an RV.   Over all of this, the never ending susurration of the surf on the shore tonight and on other nights building at times to a booming roar.

I sit in the fragrant darkness.   Listening to the sounds no one could ever sing.   The stars twinkling in the blue black vault of night.

 Buenas noches.

1 comment:

Amy and Rick said...

Okay, good one! I have never heard of susurration. You made me look it up. My Oxford Advanced Learners 7th edition didn't have it but Webster did!
For those like me who didn't know:
noun su·sur·ra·tion \ˌsü-sə-ˈrā-shən\
a whispering sound : murmur
Popularity: Bottom 40% of words
First Known Use of susurration 14th century

Nice post, very poetic, must be the old interpreter coming out!