tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30116234.post3184699324450569551..comments2023-04-02T05:53:11.429-05:00Comments on Buddhist [from] Nebraska: The Last Summer SymphonyMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17336284049302046478noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30116234.post-29792831693547812302008-10-02T22:20:00.000-05:002008-10-02T22:20:00.000-05:00You hear the trees rattle, shushle, shudder, then ...<I>You hear the trees rattle, shushle, shudder, then all is still.</I><BR/><BR/>Loved this.greenfroghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13646826003797658563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30116234.post-42238912721858403252008-09-29T22:05:00.000-05:002008-09-29T22:05:00.000-05:00I lived in Evergreen for a goodly number of years,...I lived in Evergreen for a goodly number of years, down in Wheat Ridge, and spent much of my free time in the mountains. They enrich and sustain me, they too were here long before us, and will be here long after we are gone. Impermanence "delayed" some these mountains of mine will always be part of my soul, long after they become a sandy beach. But they do so get in the way of a really good lightshow! <BR/><BR/>Having spent many years in the rolling hills of New England, and summer storms that came on gradually... FLASH! One One Thousand, Two One Thousand, Three One Thousand, Four... BOOOM!!! The One Thousands dwindle until the sizzle of lightening and the roar of it sundering atmo in a blast that shakes th house. And then, the counting as it drifts off onto the horizon. I grew up with this, and all the years in my mountains, I missed it. So much so that for a while I joined NOAA's Skywarn program and literally chased cells across the front range and out into the plains.<BR/><BR/>Now, I'm in Ohio for a while. Summer here has been simply wonderful and very different. Boating on the Ohio river with friends and family, BBQs on and off the river, playing Lumberjill cutting up downed trees at my brothers house after IKE, and of course, lightshows to nourish my soul. From miles away the flashes beckon, look here, I am the future foretold! I am natures fury and majesty coming soon to you! Sound then comes, and the counting between flash and boom begins again as in days of old.<BR/><BR/>So while my mountains are far from me now, and I am far from the land of my father, I have something here to cherish.Samantha Shantihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10586759980410037672noreply@blogger.com