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Jun. 7th, 2006 09:59 amIt seems like no matter when I leave for work, the last 5 miles will always take me at least half an hour. I woke up 45 minutes early today, and decided to just get up instead of fighting to regain a few minutes slumber. I made really good time until I hit the hill to the river, and then it was lack of progress as usual. Whee.
But.
I still made it to work a little more than half an hour early. Instead of stopping for second breakfast or extra caffeine, I decided to park and hit my strip of woods early, and it was so totally the right choice. Everything was still in cool shadow, with the tiniest bits of gold peeking through the tops of trees. It felt primally good to feel splashes of light and heat slip across me as I walked along the path; it literally took my breath away when I hit a small clearing, and saw the sun unblocked. I realized that one of the things I like most is where the sounds of nature are overwhelmingly primary, and the sounds of humanity can be heard faintly in the distance; on some not fully conscious level of my brain, this seems appropriate, more how things should be. The sound of the stream was louder, coming from the shadowy banks; it brought to mind how the other denizens of the forest are more active, vocal, present early in the morning or at twilight. On my walk back, I stood, eyes closed, fully in the early morning sun, seeing the warm gold behind my eyes, drinking in the tentative heat and pressure of a first real contact, before reluctantly heading back and joining the flattened world.
But.
I still made it to work a little more than half an hour early. Instead of stopping for second breakfast or extra caffeine, I decided to park and hit my strip of woods early, and it was so totally the right choice. Everything was still in cool shadow, with the tiniest bits of gold peeking through the tops of trees. It felt primally good to feel splashes of light and heat slip across me as I walked along the path; it literally took my breath away when I hit a small clearing, and saw the sun unblocked. I realized that one of the things I like most is where the sounds of nature are overwhelmingly primary, and the sounds of humanity can be heard faintly in the distance; on some not fully conscious level of my brain, this seems appropriate, more how things should be. The sound of the stream was louder, coming from the shadowy banks; it brought to mind how the other denizens of the forest are more active, vocal, present early in the morning or at twilight. On my walk back, I stood, eyes closed, fully in the early morning sun, seeing the warm gold behind my eyes, drinking in the tentative heat and pressure of a first real contact, before reluctantly heading back and joining the flattened world.
