Rion's Reflections
These Words from the Heart are a
Collection of Life Thoughts and Healing Words
by Brenda "Rion" Sewell

In the Heat of the Night
Hot and muggy were such shallow words to describe the stifling evening. Even the crickets were quiet as they hid in the brittle sunburned grass of the yard. Sitting on the porch in the dark, I had hoped to catch a soothing breeze. I had heard the wind chimes and walked out onto the porch in search of cooler air.

I raised the strands of hair clinging to my neck; they were wet with sweat, and prickling my skin. Sitting on the porch swing, I sprawled across the seat, one foot on the rough floorboards, the other propped up on the arm of the swing. Too lethargic to sit up straight, I slowly rocked the swing with my bare foot.

Trickles of moisture, on the outside of my glass of ice water, slid slowly down the glass and dripped onto my chest. Holding the glass against my neck, I sought to cool myself. The droplets of moisture sliding down my neck onto my chest brought some relief to my fevered body.

Cicadas were singing high in the oak trees. Calling to each other in the monotone buzzing familiar to the ears of someone raised in the southern states of the United States. Every so often, they would spread their wings and fly off into a neighboring tree in search of an insect mate.

The longer I sat, the more clearly I could distinguish between shadows and actual objects. The hanging moss, cascading on the tree limbs, looked like a group of old ladies had left their wigs hanging out to dry. Swaying in the cooling breeze, their shadows played with the senses and brought an eerie netherworld feeling to the yard. The shadows of the trees danced across the yard like ghostly apparitions at a summer ball.

The moon was playing hide and seek behind clouds of somber gray. Peeking from behind one cloud, only to slide behind another as the clouds slid silently across the velvet sky, the moon made its way across the sky.

As I sat there in the darkness, I became aware. A sense of satisfaction with life had come over me. No longer did I feel agitated or restless within my heart. A calmness of spirit enveloped me in contentment.

Standing slowly from the swing, I took one last glance around the yard. Looking up at the opalescence orb of the moon, I smiled. Contentment was mine.

© October 2001 Brenda “Rion” Sewell

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