A Walk in the Woods.
Feb. 18th, 2007 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sechan19My friend, R., and I took advantage of the long weekend to take a road trip down to my grandmother's house. This afternoon, my cousins - who had taken advantage of the long weekend as well - and I took a long walk through the forested streets above the house, rambling along verdant shaded paths, playing kick the pine comb through the mostly deserted streets of the super-affluent, and just enjoying each other's company.
Sometimes we discussed various upcoming future plans, sometimes we engaged in dueling banjos (sans banjos), sometimes we simply walked in the quiet. I can't speak for them, but the beauty of the day seemed to infuse my soul. Even though it was only February the daffodils and freesia were blooming, and the forsythia may or may have beaten the blooms I saw last month in New York but were no less breathtaking. Even the bushes, which were by times succulent and by times skeletal, possessed a loveliness that I reveled in.
Back at the house, I sat on the patio for a time - watching the tumultuous ocean and the play of sparkles the sunlight made upon its surface and bickering comfortably with R. Then I ate an orange and stretched myself out on the pink shag carpeting for a nap. Slept for hours, dreaming of flying and romance and fearless journeys along roads that I had never before seen.
The coming weeks will be tremendously hectic. I hope that I can maintain the sense of peace I now feel and take it with me wherever I am bound.
Sometimes we discussed various upcoming future plans, sometimes we engaged in dueling banjos (sans banjos), sometimes we simply walked in the quiet. I can't speak for them, but the beauty of the day seemed to infuse my soul. Even though it was only February the daffodils and freesia were blooming, and the forsythia may or may have beaten the blooms I saw last month in New York but were no less breathtaking. Even the bushes, which were by times succulent and by times skeletal, possessed a loveliness that I reveled in.
Back at the house, I sat on the patio for a time - watching the tumultuous ocean and the play of sparkles the sunlight made upon its surface and bickering comfortably with R. Then I ate an orange and stretched myself out on the pink shag carpeting for a nap. Slept for hours, dreaming of flying and romance and fearless journeys along roads that I had never before seen.
The coming weeks will be tremendously hectic. I hope that I can maintain the sense of peace I now feel and take it with me wherever I am bound.
