I have read that the song cycle of the nightingale lasts three minutes whilst that of the whale lasts twenty-four hours. Once slowed down and sped up respectively, they are apparently very similar. Maybe as human beings we are simply on varying frequencies of song. Perhaps the way we use language ... to speak, to write, to dream, to think ... is like a sonic map of our personalities. I am a woman who needs solitude at times.
As summer wanes and the drowsy, full-blown ripeness of August comes to an end, I look forward to crisp the September days.
(My grandson J, contemplates a butterfly.)
