Taking the Road Untaken…
Because it’s summer and I can.
Summer-relaxed days — Offer different perspectives, Give deep insights When I take roads not taken In hurried, urgent seasons.
A long day’s wander Through an unknown intriguing Yields random treasures To mull and cherish later When the wind howls its cold threats.
In summer, high-pitched shrieks of young hawks rouse sleeping dogs and startle a weed-focused gardener to pause and watch blazing speed overhead.
Later, while she’s working on a complex scene, she’ll remember the hawks.
For mice and small creatures, the hawks are avid predators. For a writer, the hawks are a reminder to look up, take a different perspective, and heed loud intuition.
Lucy King offered a nudge to think about summer, about what we love and what we hate, how we think and live this season:
I love riotous flowers, enthusiastic weeds, and days when I lose track of time — what must be done gets done, but no more. As my hands wreak order on abundant tangle, my mind works through plots, characters, prompts, and deadlines.
I’m not a mouse or a small creature, so I love the young hawks overhead. I will miss them when they leave to make their own homes. For now, we’re together in long, sunny days with story weeds.
