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Aug. 13th, 2010 02:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camrogersBig things have been happening. Might be able to talk about some of it in 24 hours.
Went walking today, down a green lane away from everything, by a hedged field. Saw the white flash of a rabbit's feet. Entered the woods. Walked. Came out onto a double field of burnt knee-high bean plants. Open space. Silent, except for birdcalls. Turned around. Two squares of woodlined fields draped over a hill. Saw a deer bound at speed for cover. Pheasant scared up out of the crops. There was a horse in a winter blanket, grazing. Crossed the fields, entered another wood. Thought I saw something, briefly, that I hadn't seen since I was seventeen. Back then they were smaller. This time it looked like me. Kept walking. More fields, silence, birdsong. Retraced steps. Got back to the first field, found the centre and soaked in the space. Closed my eyes, felt the pores of my soul dilate. Overcast sky. Beautiful, really.
Walked back in boots that have taken me everywhere: New York subway, an Icelandic glacier, English farmland, German music festivals, Graceland, medieval cities, all over Paris, camping in the Dandenongs, inside Muddy Waters' shack, the Reichstag...
Writing this, though, because I want to remember that beautiful space and silence. It was good company.
Went walking today, down a green lane away from everything, by a hedged field. Saw the white flash of a rabbit's feet. Entered the woods. Walked. Came out onto a double field of burnt knee-high bean plants. Open space. Silent, except for birdcalls. Turned around. Two squares of woodlined fields draped over a hill. Saw a deer bound at speed for cover. Pheasant scared up out of the crops. There was a horse in a winter blanket, grazing. Crossed the fields, entered another wood. Thought I saw something, briefly, that I hadn't seen since I was seventeen. Back then they were smaller. This time it looked like me. Kept walking. More fields, silence, birdsong. Retraced steps. Got back to the first field, found the centre and soaked in the space. Closed my eyes, felt the pores of my soul dilate. Overcast sky. Beautiful, really.
Walked back in boots that have taken me everywhere: New York subway, an Icelandic glacier, English farmland, German music festivals, Graceland, medieval cities, all over Paris, camping in the Dandenongs, inside Muddy Waters' shack, the Reichstag...
Writing this, though, because I want to remember that beautiful space and silence. It was good company.
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-13 08:08 am (UTC)(I was doing a Levellers reference. Which is obviously WAY cooler. No, wait.)
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Date: 2010-08-13 03:30 pm (UTC)PS: Got your postcard...my god, Iceland, hell yes!. :)