Last night people with fireworks made a ruckus.

Tonight Nature is showing them how it is done.

We sit on the porch, because the upstairs air went out and it is cooler outside.

We grumble about the heat and swat at the bugs, marvel at the lightning and startle at the thunder that shakes the house and causes the porch beneath us to sway.

And we reminisce about “The Olden Days.”

Days long before our time.

Days before air conditioning, when the promise of a breeze brought people out to their porches.

Days before television, when people watched the sky.

Days when lights were dimmer, voices lower, the pace not as quick.

We remember back to a time we never lived, wonder how we could have forgotten the magic of swaying moss and the glow of a candle as clouds blot out the moon.

Vow to be mindful.
To be present.
To remember these moments.

To keep in mind how quickly time passes.

To not be in such a hurry.

We promise to hold sacred these Olden Days…..