This cool autumn morning, the white painted walls of this farmhouse seem
to be sinking into the rich soil, weighed down by three centuries of
human stories and by an invitation to be still beside the mirror like
water of this beck winding between shoals of pebbles.
The sun has cut the mountains into sharp patterns and the shadows suggest a breathing landscape. Against the pale bright blue sky suddenly breaking the silence, a skein of geese so high in the sky that they are like a pencil line drawn on virgin paper.I think of an invisible hand sketching them them as they cross my vision, this conceit seems satisfying. Their wild echo around the open hands of the valley reminding me of my smallness against the extravagant extent of their flying formation flung across empty sky.
Even through they are an interruption to the clearness of the sky they
add to its wildness and emptiness. Surrounding cultivation and earth
bound walkers is a wildness which these exultant geese define for me a
visitor, a transient in this place but generally in life
The sun has cut the mountains into sharp patterns and the shadows suggest a breathing landscape. Against the pale bright blue sky suddenly breaking the silence, a skein of geese so high in the sky that they are like a pencil line drawn on virgin paper.I think of an invisible hand sketching them them as they cross my vision, this conceit seems satisfying. Their wild echo around the open hands of the valley reminding me of my smallness against the extravagant extent of their flying formation flung across empty sky.
Even through they are an interruption to the clearness of the sky they
add to its wildness and emptiness. Surrounding cultivation and earth
bound walkers is a wildness which these exultant geese define for me a
visitor, a transient in this place but generally in lifeI am suddenly more energized and the weight of sleep seems to slide from my shoulders bleary eyes clear again. These geese cross my vision like the blink of a great eye.
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