Sylvia Plath said: I’d be much happier if I didn’t think. Oh, Sylvia, I, too, at least if I didn’t think of so many foolish things, which scare me.
I was just thinking this very thing, when suddenly I heard something, a sweet small voice, so familiar and so dear to my ears. Quickly, quickly, I opened the picture window and yes! Unmistakably: a cricket. The very first field cricket of the year. He stopped chirping right away, because my having opened the window scared him. They are sensitive creatures and enjoy their peace and quiet and don’t like to be disturbed.
But it was enough. The magic had been woven. Funny, how sometimes something so tiny can suddenly become big and important…so many ways we make ourselves happy, even if it means blowing out of all proportion a tiny event.
But to me, it was the most important event of the day, more important than any in the news. The very first cricket! A lone courageous harbinger of warmth, of long summer days, of balmy star-studded nights, fragrant with wild flowers and tall grasses. The season of fresh juicy fruit and veggies, of the sunny sweetness of wild strawberries, of bare feet and breathing bodies, not imprisoned under the layers of clothes.
A happy season, I think. And the cricket said chirp, chirp and agreed with me.