Monday, 9 August 2010

A Change of Location

Our boots kicked up the scents of summer rain and soggy soil, and the afternoon heat was tinged with the melancholy of autumn.

As we walked through tall trees and ripe hedgerows, across forgotten rivers and along manicured fairways, we breathed deeper, spoke less, thought more and felt better.

John sat straight and serious in his carrier and surveyed the countryside from on high and James carried his son with pride through the landscape of his childhood whilst memories drifted in and out of the conversation like thistledown.

Often, I find visiting to be straining and draining but this weekend a change of location gave us the momentum to get out into the open air and helped us remember the importance of open spaces for the good health of the soul.

1 comment:

  1. Your words are beautiful, although I'm in denial about the hints of autumn that are definitely rising from the ground. We have got away too. There is space to be still, sleep more and think a little. It's good.