Saturday

Bethel Morning




The hillside meadow was fog-covered this morning when out I went. I heard a cow's lowing coming through the fog. There for a moment I wasn't quite sure what it was or where I was. In that brief moment the place lost its name and became anonymous. In that moment I seemed both everywhere and nowhere.

While I was out there I heard the male cardinal singing his red song. Impossibly loud and clear. Interesting, I've never heard a human whose note, whose voice was as clear as a cardinals. Or whose voice I heard as clearly. The great opera singers come close. Very. Callas. And perhaps if I were under a tree and she were singing in the meadow....