Can You Hear It?
If you listen really close you can hear it. It is the sound of late summer. It is the change that happens ever so slowly until one day we hear it. It is a drone of sorts. Its sound is not distinct, yet it is very clear. The birds are no longer in a flurry of song. Their melody has changed. It is now one of pause. A song of calm. Sometimes it can even sound lonely.
Even the garden sounds different now. The once tender leaves of spring have given way to full blooms and deep green. Some flowers are past their bloom. The moist earth is now scorched from the sun’s heat. The Queen’s lace blows in the breeze growing where a garden would wither. The sound is there. A master piece for some; a march for others; and for me, a lead into the finale.
The last pitch has been thrown and the season of cheers put away. The sound of balls hitting gloves, slides into home, a call out by the umpire, and scrapes in the dirt are all replaced by the sounds of chairs being folded and fields being raked. It is over now. The sound is so very silent. It doesn’t seem familiar.
Even the depths of the lake have lost their chill. The gulls overhead have given up their calls. Some don’t seem to notice the change in the sounds out there surrounded by motors. But listen carefully when the boats have been docked and sun starts to go down. You can hear it if you really try.
The harvest has even started. The corn is sweet and cherries bursting. The sound is the only hustle around. The time of reaping is always a sweet-sweet sound. The days of hope ended and the reality of the harvest here. The days ahead a continual sound of hope for rain. In the distance a rumble of thunder brings a skip of that hope.
The sound of planning to expediting has even begun. The vacations are being fulfilled and final plans for the one last hurrah before it all ends. It is the sound of the final count down. It is not the sound of until anymore but one of what is left. The splashes have turned into a familiar sound. You can almost block the sound out by now. It is no longer new. The sound is part of what is around you. You will miss it when it is gone.
The sounds will soon be those of longing for one more day. Until that day, the sounds will go on and we will be glad for just the chance to have part of what we love of summer. The sounds inside. The sounds outside. The sounds that begin and the sounds we know will also never end. They just change.
Rejoice in the Lord alway:and again I say, Rejoice.