Singing Season

We’ve reached the point in the summer where the crickets’ song is gaining the upper hand, slowly rising in volume and intensity and the songbirds’ melody dwindles, and then, eventually, the crickets fade, too.

End of July is lush and full; end of July is swimming season.

In the last week, we’ve swum in four lakes. Beneath our bare feet, the sand varied from pebbles to smooth as wet dust; the water murky or clear from our shoulders to our toes. Ever present are the Vermont mountains, from Craftsbury’s smaller hills to the sheer cliffs of Willoughby.

Sonorous is the word for this season; let it ring.

Here’s what I’m reading these days:

But there was something there, something imperfect, something sharp and bent and rusty, that tore into him somehow, that made him believe the human condition was one great and mournful but still achingly beautiful cry.

– John Gregory Brown, A Thousand Miles From Nowhere


Lake Eligo, Craftsbury, Vermont

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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1 Response to Singing Season

  1. abarn003 says:

    The end of July here is so hot that it’s difficult to move. Cabin fever sets in and we long for 90 degree weather. Soon.

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