The Fellow

Its silent. Its silent and dark in my room right now. I have my window wide open so i could catch any cool breeze that happens to drift on by, and i could hear dogs barking in the distance. This post has taken longer to write than usual, being that for the past hour, I've been laying in the middle of my bed, in the dark, just thinking....

I listen out for any familiar noises I hear, and try to relate a time and place in which i remember hearing such a sound. I begin to hear an owl. Not to close, but close enough that the echo seems to be surrounding me.

Im a little girl, Im sitting out in the backyard on a hot summer night watching the stars come out. I cant seem to focus because I could hear this owl around me. Taking a quick glance around me I try to see where its coming from.I climb and stand on top of the old, faded, red slide thats to my right and begin to try and locate the fellow. -No luck. But i could still hear him. (Isn't it odd that most of the time you hear an owl, but when seeking to find it, you never can).I begin to become frustrated not knowing where this owl is. Just then, my mother calls me in. "The mosquitoes are out! come in!". I grab my stuff and go inside.

Thats what i think of every-time I hear an owl. My mind some how traces back to that time and place in my young childhood. I love it. I love how the mind works. I love how every little thing and experience means something. Its amazing.