The song of the western meadowlark is a quintessential icon of summer for me. Mornings as a child, it was a part of the soundtrack, and now, when I’m outside, hearing it again brings a smile. I relax and remember that the day is full of possibilities. Here’s the song, taken from the Audubon Society’s website:
Other encounters also cheer; the small creatures, primarily rabbits and squirrels, and other humans, out for a run, walk, bike or kayak. A quiet greeting of respect and acknowledgement adds easy connection. There are additional reminders along the way of other’s lives and experience, a small stuffed animal on a bench, or a memorial bench with a name and tribute etched into its sandstone. Many journeys and travelers, overlapping in space.
Exuberant dogs race about the dog park, their humans romping with them or watching quietly, leaning on their canes. The cross country teams prepare for their training runs. Serious bicyclists zoom by on their training rides or their commute to work.
Then there is the ever changing array of plant life and their blooms. Currently, there are a lot of thistles, yucca, and wild sweet peas. Each time I ride my bike on the mesa, there is a change. Whether it is in the sky, the melting of the snow on the peaks in the distance, I, too, am different each day, and like the song of the meadowlark, this also brings me joy.
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