The call of a loon signals summer in this part of the world. These birds can be found among tranquil lakes, and they make for a fascinating view. But it’s their calls, hauntingly beautiful, that captivate me.
Black-throated loon is much easier to spot around nearby lakes but not the red-throated one. It was the latter that introduced me into their mysterious ways, and I now spend most summers searching (hiking) in order to relive that first experience. You could say it is my muse.
And so when the loon calls, I pause and listen before reaching for my backpack and disappear into the woods. Simply put it’s time for me to take a break and live a little.
But, I’ll live you with this poem excerpt:
The loon calls―
I must heed its cries
For what faith I boast of
If I cannot pit mind and body
Against each other, and run to thyself.
Thank you always for reading and your support. I’ll be back in September. Happy Summer! And wrap up if you’re in the South!