Surrender

It's a cool 54 degrees as I sit in quiet on the deck at the cabin.  The weekend traffic has subsided, the hustle and bustle and the noise has given way to absolute quiet.

I can hear a light wind blowing gently through the aspens.  A cricket chirping in the distance.  A fox and her pups, scarce during the disturbance of the weekend, are now playing in the front yard under the soothing glow of the two strings of crudely hung patio lights.  The setting is perfect.

To go hunt for a cricket, I wouldn't find one, let alone hear it.  To attempt to harness the wind and send it through a thicket of trees to hear the leaves dance, the task is impossible and if I took off across the field to find the fox, she'd never lead me within 50 feet of her den.

Once again, proof that we ultimately have no control.  A gift, such as this evening, perfect in so many ways, is only so as a result of surrender.

Cheers