I sit still. My back is against the chair, and I am relaxing. My head tilts backwards on the head rest. I can hear bugs flying by. I can see moths and gross mosquitoes floating near me, but I catch myself not really caring much. I can see birds flying in the sky.
The air that was once cool and refreshing now sends chills down my spine as it rushes over me. My hair lays motionless, surrounding my face and shielding me from the cold. The big pines in my backyard loom tall and dark over head. I stare down at my completed homework, allowing a gentle breeze to slide it across the glass porch table. The pages flutter to the ground, and I bend to pick them up, only to have them slide to the far end of the table like before. Unknowingly, I smile to myself, while thinking about the future, and what it will bring.
My eyes wonder over to my empty coffee cup, and I wish it to be full again. The timer on the porch light goes off and the bright light cuts through the shadows, and scatters any darkness that had begun to surround me. The light dims, but is still bright enough to cast eerie shadows across the patio. I begin hearing things that aren’t really there. My eyes, weary from tiredness, scan every inch of the backyard that they are able to see. My appearance gives you the idea that I am not fully aware of my surroundings, but my senses are alert as a stare into the slowly darkening sky.
Just beyond the bluish horizon, I can make out the last rays of the sun, as it has now gone to bed. I can not only see the stars, but I can feel them emerging from out of no where. I sit staring at the little lights embedded into the navy laced skies, and I find comfort, as I laze on the deck, in my chair, memorizing this summer night.- Rebecca Boux© June 2006