"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Walking to Write about Reading
The Caldwell Rim Trail feeds off a fire lane, becoming a single-track amble over the Depot Branch, up and down the rim, sometimes flat, sometimes treacherously steep with a drop-off at the elbow. The view of the cove below hides behind branches and trunks. Wind, water, moss cushions, dry leaf-crunch, one woodpecker, and one small plane my only company, I wandered thoughtless, filled with writing about reading and longing to read the flow of water, clump of fungus, animal scat. By the time I re-entered the fire lane, I felt my mind race toward revision, a tunnel of green opening toward home and writing about reading.
The view of the cove below hides behind branches and trunks. Wind, water, moss cushions, dry leaf-crunch, one woodpecker, and one small plane my only company, I wandered thoughtless, filled with writing about reading and longing to read the flow of water, clump of fungus, animal scat.
By the time I re-entered the fire lane, I felt my mind race toward revision, a tunnel of green opening toward home and writing about reading.
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