No, this isn’t a post about where I want to be in a month, a year, five years, ten years. It’s not a post about families and babies and houses and jobs.
It’s a post about where I want to be right this very moment. Where I want to run away to. Right. Now.
You’ll hate me after this. Or you will think I’m crazy.
Close your eyes. Take a few deep breaths. What do you smell? I smell air. Hot muggy air. Cars. Exhaust.
What do you hear? I hear cars. So many cars. People. People talking, people screaming. Children. Children crying and screaming. More cars. Car horns. Motorcycles.
Now close your eyes again. Mine are closed too. Not really. They are closed while I’m thinking, but I’m not a master typer. These babies need to be open to produce this stellar creation of a blog post.
What do you smell?
I smell slightly damp leaves freshly fallen from the trees. You know the smell. It’s musky and earthy. The smell of fall. If you think of fall, this is the smell that pops into your head. Leaves. dirt. Trees. Fresh, clean, cool air. A light breeze brushes the air around your face. The lake. You can smell the lake. It’s a slightly fishy smell, but fresh and clean. You can tell just from the scent that the water is cold, clear and refreshing.
Maybe instead of freshly fallen leaves, you are getting a nice pine scent. Not that strong concentrated chemical smell of cleaning solution, but a light pine scent wafting from the trees around you and mingling with the crisp air.
What do you hear?
I hear birds. So many birds just chirping softly to each other in the trees above. Small animals snapping twigs. The crunch of leaves under your feet slightly muffled by those freshly fallen. Or you’re hearing your mostly silent steps as you wander through a bed of pine needles or on the dirt path. The sway of the trees in the breeze that is tickling your face. You can hear the leaves whispering.
Maybe it’s dusk and you hear a coyote calling in the distance.
The crackle of your fire behind you.
Open your inner eyes. What are you seeing?
I’m seeing a vast, deep blue lake. Surrounded by trees and some open meadows. Green.
Maybe I’m seeing a different lake. Its waters a deep dark blue with some brown surrounded by the true colors of autumn. Brilliant oranges and yellows and red. those colors not stopping at the tree tops but littering the ground.
The sun is setting. Blues, purples, pinks, oranges, reds, brilliant yellows play across the sky. The stars are peaking out. Not a cloud separates you from glorious views of the universe. The snow topped mountains ahead of you are glowing pink in the sunset.
You sit down. On the ground or on a log. Maybe a stone. You hear someone approaching. They sit next to you.
Silence continues. Nothing but the sounds of the natural world. You open your eyes and look up. The milky way, usually hidden by light pollution and smog, stretches crystal clear above you like millions of tiny diamonds in the sky.
The faceless person next to you slides their hand into yours.
And you just sit. Happy. Alive.