Inspired to do this by a program I heard on NPR/talkeetna radio while at the cabin at Pear Lake - outside Trapper Creek, ALaska. Very near the scene of the trajic air crash this week ....
Sounds of summer
The smack of my hand as I dive for an elusive, blood blogged mosquito
The glut of profanities when I miss....
The sqeal of joy when I get it......
The helicoptering twitter of dragonflies - the dual clatter when they couple in flight
The cupping sound of a clean catch with oar or paddle on the lake....
The dribble of water off my paddle....
The buzz of a bee about my head....
The whir of a tern in a steep dive....
the laughing of a loon to its mate, the scream of the alarm call as the eagle draws near, the mournful wail late at night as I pad my way to the oouthouse.....
The SOft lapping of water against the alumininum skin of the canoepushed along on a cat's paw breeze...
The siren call of the Yellowlegs, defending its territory.....
The sizzle of burgers on an open fire.......
The clatter and crunch of paper as you dig deeper into the potatoe chip bag.......
the slam of a screen door on a spring hinge.......
The scrape and clunk of the well pump handle.......
The slurp and suckle on the first bite of a tight nectarine.....
ANd a swweet sound from my past far from the late - the tinkling notes of the icecream truck playing simple ditties as they round the corner, where I stand rapt, clutching my special quarter.....ah summer! myw
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