Soft rain falling on a calm weekend makes me long to be far away from it all, living out my days like Thoreau, writing endless words while surrounded by walls of trees, hearing only the quietness that a cabin in the woods affords, and letting sweet raindrops fall on my face as the wind stirs. But for now, I must retreat to my cozy little corner at home in the city, where bricks and mortar form the walls that surround me, and my ears remain accustomed to street traffic and other city noises. Fall and winter are seasons that encourage coziness, and I suppose you can be just as cozy in the city as you can in a cabin. You can live like Thoreau in thought and deed, if not physically, and the rain still finds your face if you step outside your walls. Still, one day, that cabin will be mine.
Lovely. :) I was born in Montana (before moving to California at a young age), but I have beloved memories of hiking through the solitude of that vast wilderness, as you described. Growing up, our family took yearly trips to the Sierra Nevadas in California, and we'd stay in a small cabin (with no technology except for simple electricity for one or two basic appliances) and wow, it is a joy to dwell in a sea of solitude and constant forest life -- from squirrels to birds to larger animals passing through to the sounds of a creek nearby...and of course the stars. That was always the most breathtaking part at night; to look up and see the night sky as if you were seeing it for the first time...in total shock that there are so many stars in the sky (that you just never see fully in the city). Glorious!
ReplyDeletethanks, kevin. your childhood cabin sounds wonderful! i have not seen the stars as they are meant to be seen for too many years! appreciate your comments~
ReplyDeleteLovely post...Beautiful and poetic as always!
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Thanks, Kiki. I appreciate your comment~
ReplyDeleteThank you for commenting on my story :) always love having a 'familiar' friend drop by! I, too, love Thoreau and his little woodsy life seems so snug and lovely, tramping through the woods, collecting leaves and flowers in an old music-book he kept, friend to squirrel and snake and skunk. Love it!
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