Making up for time yet to be lost

[rejectomorph]

The prospect of shrinking days to come has sent me out, away from the world of words to the outdoors and the placid afternoon. At the edge of town, the forest running down to the river is wrapped in an ineffable quiet; the pines perfectly still, the dirt road empty, the hawk passing above as silent as his shadow sweeping by at my feet. The houses at my back and all they entail vanish from my thoughts, and I am drawn by my gaze into that far larger and more ancient world where time itself is transfixed. More than words lie in such a scene and moment, and such will always be more than will ever lie in words.

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[swerve.livejournal.com]

I am a child of the city (born in Manhattan), but there were things about living in East Jesus, Vermont that I don't get here... like hawks gliding overhead.

(envious)

[rejectomorph]

Rural life does provide experiences that urban life doesn't, and vice-versa. I am glad that I have been able to spend time in a place where the natural world is always present- it is particularly nice to be able to go outside at night and see the stars undimmed by city lights- but I do miss the things I had when I lived in Los Angeles. I've been ready to go home for quite a few years, but circumstances simply won't allow it. Until I can re-urbanize myself, I can only try to enjoy those pleasures which this place does provide- and which I will probably miss once I leave.