Sitting here, its incredible.
Listening to the calm. The gentle even lapping of the waves on the rocks below me, like a subtle heartbeat. A quiet, calm sweeps gently over me. A deer watches me for a few moments, hesitant and nervous. Her ears twitch constantly, this way and the other, listening intently to every tiny movement around her. I sit, arms around myself and watch her, our eyes locked. Eventually she decides Im not a threat and continues eating, but her ears continue to twitch. The gray tag on her ear, a big number 9 scrawled in messy black marker, seems like it must be very heavy. She had a baby in the spring. A perfect sweet fawn, complete with white spots on its back. She was so cautious then, she would run at the slightest sound, and the baby on its knocking knees and wobbly legs would be only a heartbeat behind her. I havent seen the baby in weeks, maybe a month and a half.
As the silence grows around me, I notice it getting louder. The steady heartbeat of the water continues, but other subtle sounds are beginning to creep into this peace. The seals begin to belch loudly at eachother, splashing in and out of the water. Men showing off 'check THIS out!'.
Leaning back onto my elbows I am mesmerized by the night sky. I have always been. From the time we laid out on the beach and he told me martians were going to attack from mars (I was 6 years old, of course I was scared), something about the vastness of the night sky pulls me in. I often find myself staring up into the night sky, lost for a moment, or longer. Tonight the sky is obscured, a wispy thin layer of cloud hides the stars, but lit brightly from behind by the nearly full moon, the clouds look like something from Peter Pan. Flawlessly painted soft cotton clouds drift leisurely past the vivid craters of the moon.
My deer, Bonnie as the neighborhood calls her, whips her head around, searching, her ears alert and still, she strains to hear. I follow her gaze but I can't see, or hear, anything. I look back, but she is gone. A few branches rustling in the raspberry bushes. Silence. I turn my gaze back to the sky and let my mind go blank. Or try to. Several minutes go by, before something catches my eye. Three black lumps on the lawn in front of me tumbling and bouncing. I lean forward, slowly, trying not to be noticed. They continue to chase eachother, in circles around the lawn, they have no time for me. Otters, I see this family often as well, but always on the island. It isnt a far swim to shore, and Im sure they come here often, but I havent seen them until tonight. They play like kittens, jumping on eachother, biting tails and chasing shadows. Then as suddenly as they arrive they tumble back into the raspberry bushes and are gone. And I am left alone with my thoughts, wishing I could narrow them down a little.
I sit a few moments longer, watching the burning embers on the end of my smoke, before I dip it into a flower pot full of water and head inside. She has been sitting there the whole time, holding herself up on the door frame, watching me through the glass, as always. When I finally come inside she gives me a quick growl before heading down to the bedroom. Just to let me know its past her bedtime and I kept her up too late.
Stupid cat.
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I want to understand you. You said Norwegian Wood reminded you alot of your life. Im curious, what parts?
