Canon 5D Mark ll, 24-70 2.8L, 5.6 aperture, 1/125 shutter, 400 ISO
The summer sun is hanging low on the horizon full of orange and reds, casting a warm hue across the pasture. The cicadas are tuning up for their evening chorus. First one, then several others fall into the soft, rhythmic buzzing from the oak in the front yard. Another hot summer day lays down her head. Time seems to slow. Two of my kids sit close on the front porch swing with musical instruments in hand. She with her mandolin, and he with his guitar. I see my husband smile. He is taking it all in. We are rich beyond our wildest dreams. I take a photo with my mind before I ever click the shutter on the camera in my hand. Can I just hold this season, this time, for a while longer? Can I hold onto summer?
She has kissed the skin of my children, leaving freckles on tanned faces, softening the worried lines the school year left behind. I am not ready to let her go. Sweet summer. Can’t we rest in your soft swaying days, your afternoon thunderstorms, your glistening dew, your sticky-ice-cream-kisses, and your front porch music, a bit longer?
I am holding on as long as I can. Let the music play on.
Psalm 126:1-3 ~ “When the LORD restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dreamed. Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, ‘The LORD has done great things for them.’ The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.”
Love these kids!! I miss you guys. xoxo
You actually pulled the heart-yearnings right out of my chest and put words to them.
I am grateful for ‘now’ and I’m sure I’ll miss them when they are gone.
I know those feelings.. It happened years ago in a similar way.
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