I sat. Simply sat. A gentle walk, not far. Far enough. By myself, gentle solitude after a couple of months of someone always being around. The occasional walker passing along the mountain bush path. In my ears, the sound of the regular birds calling to each other. I sometimes wonder what they say to each other. Oi - there's food here, or perhaps, look at that weird two legged no feathers thing having to walk . . . .ahahahaha. |
On the rocks, I simply sat. I could see way down into the city below, the waters, the far away peninsulas. Ones that it would take over an hour of driving to get to. I could see out to forever. And I could see the dance of the trees right in front of me as the warm wind invited them to bend and sway. The old ones dead from fires long ago, standing with a loss and a no we will not bend.
Food eaten was simple. The sun came and went, clouds, shade, warmth, oh the warmth. Relished the feeling of summer. An almost long forgotten feeling.
A day before I had heard the sharing of a phrase and this day it was lived. This was a day to simply let my soul catch up.