The fields were
a place that the storms had not reached yet. In fact, I drove out of the
storms, gray and black, windy and with thunderous bangs, to the long stretch of
highway that let eventually towards the fields. It was odd and interesting to
look back and see the gloom, the dark rains, left behind. Well, not many people
were around, and we started off. It’s something how the humidity and heat, the
few weeks of summer, can make that area grow. There are long stems reaching up
to the sun, fences around the perimeter with plants growing on them, and
sprawling verdant hectares dotted with Pines. It was a slow and easy walk. The
day before, it had been too windy. The day before that, too still. Here, now,
today, - ah, - perfection or about as close as the weather can arrive at it.
Blue sky, puffy white clouds as in a fairy tale, and a bit of breeze, - just
enough to cool the area down. The forest waited on three sides, - the one lane
highway on the other. Past the forest on one end is the CN railway, but no
trains came past. On the other side can be heard the reports that echo from a
firing range. Straight ahead, as you walk in, - more forest. We went along in
the open sunshine. Ran into some furry friends here and there. Took a few shots,
- rested, - surveyed the land as if we were kings or some feudal lords of old.
Take a deep breath. Look around. Call the dogs. Letttsgo! – And like we began,
with a spirited adventure, - we leave, - quietly excited all the while to be
together, the trinity that we are, - and away from the crowds, the cars, the
psychic discord that is accepted for normal day to day living. Yup !Lettsgo! - And
there we are going along happily enough again…
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Brian,
ReplyDeleteA nice brief commentary mixing rural, urban, and down-home dogsdays intimacies.
John