The Calling,

I remember sitting out front in the yard by a tree on my own as a young child and looking out at the mountain and rolling clouds across the sky as they moved behind the mountain and out of view and hearing someone far off calling my name and I would look around and see no one calling but then I would hear it again and hear my name faintly as if coming down from the sky,

I would get this feeling like I should be somewhere else or should be doing something else and I never understood why at the time,

it was weird how quiet everything actually was during those times,

it was like everything just kinda hung in place,