Stillness

[vaneramos]

This morning was the first time this summer I could stand still by the Eramosa River without the mosquitoes driving me nuts, though there were still quite a few. The air did not stir. The sky felt heavy enough to fall into the pond at any moment. The only sounds were a red-winged blackbird, a cardinal, an eastern wood peewee. Nothing moved except an occasional droplet spreading circles on the water. But I couldn't stay.