I lay back on the hammock and push off with my feet. It
sways side to side slowly and I close my eyes. A cool breeze blows through the
pines around me and I inhale the fresh scent. Crickets chirp all around, their
chorus almost deafening. The soft hum of an engine can be heard in the distance
and I open my eyes. A plane flies overhead and I can barely make out its lights
through the tree branches.
The
breeze starts to blow stronger and I wrap my jacket tighter around me. Pine needles click against each other above me, adding to
the cricket’s chorus. A owl hoots in the tree above me and I open my eyes wide,
trying to catch a glimpse of him. The light from the full moon reveals his
silhouette perched high at the top of the tree. I can barely see his head
turning from side to side as he searches for prey. Silently, he launches
himself from the branch and glides down into the grass behind me.
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