Peripheral Vision #1
Frogs croaked in a disjointed chorus moving closer and farther from me like a tide moving in and out.
I looked out across the dark precipice of rice patties, full of water from the constant rain the week before.
The frogs lived in the tiny lakes and the lakes reflected the light of the stars through the crisp night air.
There was no moon. Only a dark sky bursting with millions of tiny specks of light.
I had the strange feeling of being able to perceive the distance to the stars from where I stood.
On the surface of the water-filled rice patties I made out the tiny shapes of rows of rice plants piercing out of the water towards the sky.
Piercing through the calm dark surface of the sky’s reflection.
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“rice patties”
Should be “rice paddies,” I imagine – quite a different thing!