The Path Through the Field in the Evening

On Sunday afternoon, a big family dinner after church.

Finally, all the dishes done and cleared away, a brief nap and then out into the fresh air with four of six granchchildren.

From the paved road they ran, onto a different kind of road, a tractor track in a farmer's field.

A choir of crickets sang in various alternating keys, as they ran and laughed under the big sky.

Later I returned to the field as the light was fading. Quieter now, but the echoes of child feet remained...