An Evening Spent

Yesterday evening, my brother and I went for a walk down on a trail by the river. He and I had not been there together for some months past, and for weeks, I had neglected the nice trail once so often visited.

I’ll admit, it was a bit late to take a walk where no lights lived. Fortunately though, what we had thought was a sunset before we left turned out only to be clouds covering the descending sun. As we walked through the woods, a red glow glinted off the exposed parts of the wave-like grey clouds. Rain was coming – we did not know when, but we knew that it was. The strong smell of what I once heard young lips call “hunimiditity” added to the already pleasant atmosphere.

The black pavement of the trail seemed darkened by the shadows. High above us, limbs reached out to each other, leaves knotting together gracefully. As we walked, our footsteps quiet, we heard the calling of frogs, and an occasional bird screeched as it flew overhead.

We talked some, yes. Of what, I’m sure I can’t recall it to you in either perfect order or memory. Mosquitoes hung thick in areas, and that produced a great amount of slapping, waving of arms, and running at one point.

Back in those woods, it was so quiet – so peaceful. The grass grew long and undisturbed, and moss climbed freely up the rocks. I’m sure that, had I decided to think well, I would have been able to absorb much more than I did. Not just with my senses, but also with my mind.

Had I truly been thinking well, I would have learned much more out there.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare? –
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
– W. H. Davies


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