It was right after supper, and I had scarcely a moment for my own the entire day. Everyone was occupied, this was my chance! Surely, if I missed cleanup once they couldn’t be that mad. So, I edged toward the door and left unobtrusively. They didn’t notice.
Outdoors, wonderful outdoors! The charming scent of wood smoke and blooming flowers mingled together and made me want to leap into the sky. I marveled at the perfectness of the atmosphere. I couldn’t linger long- I might be drafted to the kitchen.
Into the backyard I went; barefooted, the grass -wet from a rainstorm- chilled my feet. It felt lovely as I strolled around the house and danced on the delightfully sodden earth. Though the ground was wet, the heavens were dry, and the colored clouds swirled throughout the sky like pale pink icing on a light blue cake. I sat and watched them until the notion of time was as far from my thoughts as the Sahara Desert. They seemed alive- breathing, gossiping, and dancing…They changed shade and shape and behavior; they seemed as if creating the sweetest song imaginable.
Birds flew over me, some fluttered, others glided; all were silent. I imagined what it would be like to be a bird. A fragile winged creature owning all the skies of Earth... To have not a care in the world, so they seem. Perhaps they do- winter, predators, food? It’s nicer to think they don’t.
Such thoughts of mine soared off with the avis when a dog barked. This sad four legged animal had known no love in its life. Save from perhaps its own Mother when it was born. Now it was owned by the type who long for a pet, receive one, then have no idea how to take care of it. I often pitied the poor creature, but now it was disturbing my few minutes of peace.
Silently sitting, I noticed something never I perceived before. There was a simple way onto the roof of our shed… could I make it? I sat a while longer and calculated the distance, and height. Finally, fearing the sunset would be gone before I reached my perch I climbed. Not a bit of trouble! From this zenith I gazed about me in wonder. Never before in this neighborhood had the sky seemed so vast. A certain wideness usually reserved for Colorado or Montana. It seemed as if I could see over the ridges of mountains clear to the Atlantic Ocean. I sat on the summit for quite a while, only faintly listening to a little voice telling me that it was time to leave. Finally with a heavy heart I reached the solid ground safely and left this hushed haven.
Outdoors, wonderful outdoors! The charming scent of wood smoke and blooming flowers mingled together and made me want to leap into the sky. I marveled at the perfectness of the atmosphere. I couldn’t linger long- I might be drafted to the kitchen.
Into the backyard I went; barefooted, the grass -wet from a rainstorm- chilled my feet. It felt lovely as I strolled around the house and danced on the delightfully sodden earth. Though the ground was wet, the heavens were dry, and the colored clouds swirled throughout the sky like pale pink icing on a light blue cake. I sat and watched them until the notion of time was as far from my thoughts as the Sahara Desert. They seemed alive- breathing, gossiping, and dancing…They changed shade and shape and behavior; they seemed as if creating the sweetest song imaginable.
Birds flew over me, some fluttered, others glided; all were silent. I imagined what it would be like to be a bird. A fragile winged creature owning all the skies of Earth... To have not a care in the world, so they seem. Perhaps they do- winter, predators, food? It’s nicer to think they don’t.
Such thoughts of mine soared off with the avis when a dog barked. This sad four legged animal had known no love in its life. Save from perhaps its own Mother when it was born. Now it was owned by the type who long for a pet, receive one, then have no idea how to take care of it. I often pitied the poor creature, but now it was disturbing my few minutes of peace.
Silently sitting, I noticed something never I perceived before. There was a simple way onto the roof of our shed… could I make it? I sat a while longer and calculated the distance, and height. Finally, fearing the sunset would be gone before I reached my perch I climbed. Not a bit of trouble! From this zenith I gazed about me in wonder. Never before in this neighborhood had the sky seemed so vast. A certain wideness usually reserved for Colorado or Montana. It seemed as if I could see over the ridges of mountains clear to the Atlantic Ocean. I sat on the summit for quite a while, only faintly listening to a little voice telling me that it was time to leave. Finally with a heavy heart I reached the solid ground safely and left this hushed haven.
I had been tired of the rest of the world. The problems, worries, chores, people. Strangely, I felt a bit like Descartes, not sure of anything material, except that I was. The loneness of the sky and the birds renewed what I had run out of. Everything had a meaning once more.
TIP: Find a quiet place, isolated from the world. Sit there and think. Let you mind wander and the birds soar away with your thoughts….
TIP: Find a quiet place, isolated from the world. Sit there and think. Let you mind wander and the birds soar away with your thoughts….