This evening I fell asleep sitting in Beth's Adirondack chair beneath the walnut tree. I only slept for about 30 minutes, but waking there was pure serendipity. I had been basking in the warm August night, thinking of nothing but the subtle qualities of twilight combined with insect song. When I awoke I was delighted to discover I had been covered in a blanket of darkness and katydid song. I awoke refreshed as if I had slept the whole night. There was none of the grogginess that normally accompanies a too brief, ill-timed nap, and I awoke instead feeling completely alert and fully alive. Perhaps I should try napping outdoors more often.
|Beth's chair in the daylight|