I love this photo! Do you see that expansive space? The blue sky? The puffy white clouds? The “amber waves of grain”? And there, right in the center is the wonderment of childhood, so tiny really, in comparison to the vast environment. And the silence…ahhhh. Oh, it had little to do with the fact that my 6 y/o was soooo far away because I used a wide-angle. Instead, it had more to do with the fact that there were no cars, no people, no noise but the gentle sounds of Mother Earth doing her thing.
I’m a home body and in all honesty, I miss the home that provided the feeling of such space and solitude, -especially the quiet- without having to get dressed and walk uphill about 15 minutes just to get to a city park. The playground is another 15 minutes from that! Our home in the Savannah region has a backyard playground and faces about an acre or more of open grass space before we see a house on the other side. The privacy, the peace, and the visible blue skies remind me of what we had on a regular basis:
I don’t think I’d feel this way if I were younger, childless or single. OMG. Wait.
I don’t think I’d feel this way if I hadn’t friggin’ sat in the middle of the American Dream come true for comparison!!!!
I love the city and the feeling that I’m part of life without having to be in the center of it. However, the sights and sounds of motherhood for 14 years eventually resembles the chaotic headspin of a city’s hustled life. I must be aging. The hustle has been mastered, thank you.
So glad I experienced city life in its “nature” and its history because I’ve always wanted to live this dream:
…and of course, I’m glad for the experience of child rearing…because you know, I like wearing an apron with high heels while I pretend to be a French Maid who will get her kicks later.
So, I’m quite glad I don’t have to live in the city forever as the noise encroaches on your space of mind. And, I’m so glad one day when I clean a room, it will stay that way. There’s sunshine in the smallest of places.