A Little Rurality

By Anthony | October 16th, 2007 | 10:35 pm

David Wharton shares memories shaped by the Haw river:

In high summer the fireflies would settle in the trees after their dipping twilight mating flights and just pulse, their yellow glow contrasting with the thick icy white of the Milky Way. Late at night the whippoorwills would wake us up with their loud, repeating cries. In winter, you could often see the barred owl who lived nearby, and through the bare trees there were always a couple of turkey vultures circling in the pale sky.

As I said in the comments, David’s posts usually make me want to move into the city. This one makes me want to move away from it.

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