The wind flashes over the golden leaves and wafts the smell of supper under my nose. The endless flyby of migrating geese fill the ears with the sound of loved ones keeping in touch. The sun has lost its warmth as evening creeps closer but for now the golden hour holds sway. The harvest sounds have faded around the valley and everywhere there are naked fields. The cows are moving on out to find their favourite morsels to munch on before bedding down for the night. I sit on a hard cold stone step; one built with skill, persistance and love.
It`s been a busy day; the morning spent at my casual job teaching a new nurse and the afternoon dedicated to the instruction of medical students. My escape home was accompanied by a mild back burner headache; the kind I often had after a full long day in a noisy OR with no windows and lots of responsiblities. Today I taught which means I talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. Seriously that’s no exaggeration.
wanted (yeah me –figured out the strike through) needed out into the space so intensely. For someone who has been staying at home a lot during the entire summer and not seeing many people I had an urgent overwhelming need to escape into the quiet. Those few moments sitting on the step helped re-balance my head.
The words popped in as I sat there and most of them stayed there until after our dusk walk and the dishes were done. The picture fills up my happy place and I wanted to share it. To have a record of this moment when the world in front of me; the one I focused on intently, felt so at peace. Which is a total discord to what the real world seems to be rolling into.