I sat in the very same spot about six months ago. It was a Sunday, early afternoon, sometime after church got out. The sun was beaming down, the air was cold, the sky crisp blue, crystaline light was shining down and through the trees. The evergreens were the only thing outside of the holly that was really green that day, a stark contrast to the denuded trees all around. But what really stood out was this little tree in front of me, standing all alone as I sat on the end piece of right horseshoe pit. I understood at once why Christmas colors were silver, green and red. The berries on that tree stood out in direct contrast to the stripped silver of the bark, in direct relation to the trees across the street, towering up against that bitter blue sky. It was about as sacred of a moment as I could ever hope for for the holiday season. Beat going to church all to hell.
So I went back there today, to that very same horseshoe pit. Brought two cookies along with me, scrounged from one of my Helpline bags. I sat there cooling down from my walk along the Big Pond trail, well, not so much cooling down as chilling out. I waited for awhile, munching almonds, the back lid of the car up, just sitting there, sipping water, watching all the while, waiting for lightning to strike twice. No such luck. But I didn't need luck to sit and admire the trees in Mary Mac Park, and so I sat and munched and watched the wind blow through the trees.
It was a different experience today. The wind, as opposed the light, was the star of the show today. More, it was just the symphony of sound that made the experience so sublime. First the wind would come up from behind, turning the two stands of evergreens on either side of me into some wild sort of acoustic set of speakers, amplifying every move the breeze would make. Then, across the street, four or five deep and a quarter mile long stood a stand up against the drive, standing up and against the winds that were coming out of west. There was this one moment where suddenly I was back watching Captain Blood, with Mr Korngold directing the massive sun filled clouds over head, providing some sort of special effects for the three part harmony of whispering trees all around me. It was highlighted by a wide variety of migrating chirps and twitters, and only marred by the ominous sound of a lawnmower starting some blocks off. By then the concert was over and it was time to leave. My refreshments were finished and I was done waiting. A man will only wait so long when he knows he has water to boil at home.
Jumping in my car I am always tempted to do the route one more time. And today, as I was leaving, all that thinking and waiting and observing paid off. You and yours headed one way down the road and I, with my mind full of wind song and my heart full of light, was headed in another direction entirely.
Thanks for coming. Your wave was greatly appreciated.
Love, Your WHMB
So I went back there today, to that very same horseshoe pit. Brought two cookies along with me, scrounged from one of my Helpline bags. I sat there cooling down from my walk along the Big Pond trail, well, not so much cooling down as chilling out. I waited for awhile, munching almonds, the back lid of the car up, just sitting there, sipping water, watching all the while, waiting for lightning to strike twice. No such luck. But I didn't need luck to sit and admire the trees in Mary Mac Park, and so I sat and munched and watched the wind blow through the trees.
It was a different experience today. The wind, as opposed the light, was the star of the show today. More, it was just the symphony of sound that made the experience so sublime. First the wind would come up from behind, turning the two stands of evergreens on either side of me into some wild sort of acoustic set of speakers, amplifying every move the breeze would make. Then, across the street, four or five deep and a quarter mile long stood a stand up against the drive, standing up and against the winds that were coming out of west. There was this one moment where suddenly I was back watching Captain Blood, with Mr Korngold directing the massive sun filled clouds over head, providing some sort of special effects for the three part harmony of whispering trees all around me. It was highlighted by a wide variety of migrating chirps and twitters, and only marred by the ominous sound of a lawnmower starting some blocks off. By then the concert was over and it was time to leave. My refreshments were finished and I was done waiting. A man will only wait so long when he knows he has water to boil at home.
Jumping in my car I am always tempted to do the route one more time. And today, as I was leaving, all that thinking and waiting and observing paid off. You and yours headed one way down the road and I, with my mind full of wind song and my heart full of light, was headed in another direction entirely.
Thanks for coming. Your wave was greatly appreciated.
Love, Your WHMB
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