In Harmony

I continue to be in a state of perpetual awe at the simple days, and small moments that yawn into my dreams at night. Here is one:

Today Adam and I took our lunch in the hills that overlook our home. The grass is long, bleached and browned and as the wind rustles through we are engulfed in their conversation. A never ending chatter made louder by the birds that flutter through, snapping their stalks along the way. We lay on the picnic table and listen to their brittle sounds. We look up into the cloudless sky and sweat trickles beneath my shirt. We share a peach as we walk back down, pausing in the shadow of trees, letting the low hum of summer hold our hands. Here we were, two human beings, learning the sounds of grasses in the summer. A harmony between the world and us.