Recently I've been thinking about non-human souls I'm drawn to. What surprised me, is that once I eliminate the usual suspects: dogs & cats, I'm left with handful of odd but persistent remainders.
These are the critters that I've always been fascinated by for no good reason that I can put my finger on. They just are.
Buffalo, Pigeon, Cricket, Bee, Lightning bug
With the exception of the sturdy and magnificent Buffalo, and the rather spectacular traveling light-show that is the firefly, they're all kind of easily ignored. I know people who call pigeons 'rats with wings' and that seems reactionary and unkind. The others, mostly 'bugs' and the sort of thing folk routinely kill or find creepy.
It's interesting that a majority of my critters are air-born. And prairie dwellers.
I miss both the flatlands and the dark nights. The droning of insects, a soft summer breeze, falling into the stars.
I've been taking walks late at night with my dog, just so we can be outside together, under the big sky, under the stars, surrounded by the singing of night insects. It makes me feel peaceful and connected to my world.
Back home, I had an escape. I could drive out to the farm and lay on the good earth, black-brown earth. Earth you can plant in, soft and rich.
I could lay there for hours and spin lazily into the the deep night sky. It was the only thing that settled me down. I like the night. I like the sounds that only happen then.