out wandering

i spent a lot of time ambling about in the sunshine alone this past weekend. when i come back from a weekend in nature i am always, always struck by disbelief that i was somewhere so different (and so much better) only a few hours before.

was i really looking at this, the sun beaming down and crickets slowly chirping, and birds flying up out of the wildflowers and deer in the field just over there and the barely perceptible sound of fish breaking the surface of the glassy-watered pond just behind me? is it still there right now?







is the soft cool wind still blowing through the porch, just cold enough that a blanket wrapped around you is comforting, with patches of sun periodically finding their way onto your face so that you feel you could breathe it in?



the slow sound of the waves and the leaves. it's all you need.