As the bodies of my husband and daughters breathed deeply and their minds dreamed sweetly, I slipped out of the house. In the darkness, night was silently changing places with morning. I got in my car and drove, taking whichever turn tempted my steering wheel. I knew my trip would lead back home, but I felt a need to be alone outside the walls of my home.In almost a single moment, morning took over fully and the glow of early sun revealed tree skeletons, frost covered pastures and glassy ponds. It was beautiful.
Growing up I lusted for a city. I resented the countryside that surrounded me. Now I want to explore this land, search for treasures down dead-end roads. Discover a seemingly forgotten home that was once painted a proud shade of red. Imagine the woman who had hung delicate, laced curtains in each window. Hope that someone still sits in the leather chair inside and remembers the happy times and the hard times the house held.
There is beauty all around me. I want to find it.
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Hmm, isn't it wonderful how age changes our perspectives? Barren places become treasure troves...and the city, while still enticing, doesn't seem as glossy as before. I look forward to seeing what you find in old stomping grounds :).
I really enjoyed this post. It reminded me how much I love finding new things to explore-it makes a spark come out in me!
While I really like the big cities in this country, things like this are awesome. In following Phish and other bands around during college, I've been lucky enough to see every state east of the Mississippi and several west of it. This reminds me of Vermont very much. Where was it?
I love finding old treasures, like that beautiful old house. I love thinking about living in a simpler time, with rustic surroundings.
Thanks for sharing.
Yes, indeed, beauty is all around us. Sounds like a wonderful morning to me. Makes me miss the south something terrible, tough.
Miss you, too. Love you.
Gorgeous picture, Christy.
And I know exactly how you feel. I am constantly torn between buying a downtown loft and settling on a ten acre lot with a chicken coop and a few friendly goats. It is probably my most persistent struggle.
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