Thursday, April 23, 2009
When I first moved to Illinois, we lived in the country. We were only 45+ miles out of Chicago, but that was just enough distance to be in middle of Middle America. Everywhere you looked, you could see miles and miles of corn fields.
There were no mountains for the clouds to climb, so those clouds hung low. I saw up close and personal what that familiar song says: "amber waves of grain..."
It is beautiful.
Many a night I would be serenaded to sleep by all the sounds of country life. I could hear the critters starting to prowl and the crickets beginning to sing. The owls beginning their hunts and in the distance the whistle of a train. But the most memorable sound was that of the passing cars on Route 38. It went right past my house and late at night, I could hear a car coming for miles.
Sometimes there would be the ba-donk, ba-donk, ba-donk of the car veering too close to the edge of the road. Sometimes that ba-donk, ba-donk, ba-donk would go on for quite sometime and I would always wonder if they had fallen asleep.
It was so peaceful to fall asleep out in the country. If I timed it just right, I could see out my bedroom window and listen to my serenade and watch the magical light show performed just for me by the resident fireflies that lived in the cornfield behind my home.
There is a feeling I would get when I would lay down to bed at night, having witnessed my magical light show, and heard the beginning strums of my familiar song. I called it "the feeling". Do you know the one I'm talking about? It's "the feeling" you get when you are so peaceful and happy that you just KNOW this is what heaven will be like.
It's been a long time since I've had that feeling.
Last night as I lay in bed with my windows open, for the first time in 3 years I heard the beginning refrains of my nighttime serenade. I heard the sounds of the night creatures coming to life. I heard the distant whistle of a train and the familiar refrain of ba-donk, ba-donk, ba-donk. I drifted off to dreamland with the feeling lingering in my mind and for just that moment, the one between slumber and wakefulness, it felt like home.