Here and there are the sounds of evening: the rhythmic chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds settle into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs.Here and there are the sounds of evening: the rhythmic chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds settle into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs. The world around us is preparing to bed down for the night and our thoughts are toward that end as well. "Let's go for a walk" she suggests. "Where would you like to go?" "I don't know. Why don't we go down by the lake?" "Sure, why not." I take her hand and we leave the cabin porch. |