Mother Nature is indeed Magnificent.
Utilising only the perfect symphonic pitch to tantalise me into a trance.
So there I was, rocking in my chair in the screened porch. Miles Davis melting my ears along with the sounds of whatever is out there crooning into the night.
Softly the cool night breeze coils around me. I have been swallowed by the frequency of sound swirling around me. My mind seduced into the calmness.
I remain swept away, heavy and glued to my rocking chair. Satisfied with this blissful place in time. I rest.
Only suddenly I am frightened out of the stupor by a hypnotic rumbling sound. It rang through loud enough over the lullabies of jazz and nature to wake me. And then it was when I realised.
I had fallen asleep. Stone cold passed out in my chair. Unconscious to the present world. And it was my delicate snoring that woke me...
A pity really, my solo performance ruined a pleasant dream. What's worse is falling asleep outside on the porch that sits up above on a mountainous hill where echos reach far and beyond... I was out for a while. Pretty sure my portion of the night time serenade was a hit...