boone road
Since I was young, I had an awareness of how the country, nature, fills me with life. My mind starts clearing, thoughts become lucid and beautifully supple. I can think beyond the next step. And that is so, so refreshing.
It’s funny because I don’t fit in here. Though I fit in very few places, it is very evident that I don’t fit in here. Each social interaction leaves me uncomfortable, like itchy but on the inside.
I’m distinctly aware of the fact that I’m intimidating. And, though I don’t mean to be, it serves me. I get looked at but never approached, like your grandmother‘s favorite porcelain doll. I get distance, glorious open distance. I have carved out a small circle here, boundary lines for privacy and sanity. And my lungs open, my mind quiets, and all that’s left is the sound of the wet earth sinking a little under each step.
There’s something about the air here. All of it really– the air, the dirt, the wind. It all has a kind of lazy electricity about it. And I feel at ease here. My delicate balance is easy to maintain. I find secret pockets of time, fill them with the sound of this ranch, the animals and the sunshine and the steady flow of the creek.
I feel like writing, like playing, like running until my body burns and shines and cries out.
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Arriving here, it was pelting rain, pouring down from the dark skies. Then, as I was leaving the train station, the sky started to fill with bursts of light. Tree outlines, green meadows of grass, even the color of the sky light up for a split second then sank back, blurred by the water and the darkness.
That lightning storm brought me to life. And here I am, sustained.
You remind.
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sounds like west virginia, or the woods of northern california in the fall. and like childhood on the last few days of spring.
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