Carolina Country. When the air begins to warm and the days start to lengthen, a quiet joy seeps into my heart. Sun-kissed hair and the perfume of the surrounding trees reach tiny fragrant fingers into my mind, and I literally have to slow my steps so I don't take off before I have everything (as we all know I am prone to forget things or solemnly leave them behind, as I have come to call it.), but of course I do and I am almost at the nearby lake when I realize... I forgot my camera. Well there is a first time for everything, I think and although I am itching, knowing I will lose all the light left in the day if I return to the house for it. I keep going, smiling non-the- less.
I hear an airplane; one of the ones that I still find hard to believe will fly at all, an old, beautiful, white Cessna sweeps down low over the lake then leaves my sight, as it comes back into view for some reason I drop everything and even though I know the photo will not come out even satisfactory; snap a few with my phone's camera. I felt so moved by this impulsion that I just stood there for a bit after the plane had long flown away from me. I took in some of the lake, and warm in the sun, sat to nibble on peanut butter crackers and read a chapter of my current book.
-Zora Jenea
