I think I need to move further away. I’ve just spent the weekend up north with
Nan enjoying the peace of what really amounts to a world away. It’s really easy to get caught up in
the pace or rather lack of pace of life outside of the 416 or 905. The extent of the noise pollution is all-natural. The crashing waves of Lake Huron or the
wind in the trees is the sound track to time spent away. That’s it. No cars with loud mufflers and even louder stereos. Peace.
The Wee and I headed off to work this morning and just as
things were starting to get really good that sign popped up on the
horizon. My exit. It reminded me of that depressing
moment when the power gets cut off to the bumper cars. A festival of wonderful
sensory inputs and then…nothing.
Off. I’m left feeling like
a child looking for one last quarter for the horse at the grocery store. (Do they even have those anymore?)
I think I need to move further away. I need to have enough time to allow the
Wee to work it’s magic on my psyche.
I need the time and mileage
to allow my mind to slip into that blissful state the bike so often transports
me to. This morning the bike was
back on it’s centre stand far to quickly and I was left with the sense that it
too felt slighted. “…what…that’s it?”
Never the less I’m grateful for the ride in. Cool brisk and fresh. Dare I say more effective than the
finest of coffee?
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