Saw a book at the library the other day – Blue Mind: The Surprising Science That Shows How Being Near, In, On, or Under Water Can Make You Happier, Healthier, More Connected, and Better at What You Do – but I didn’t take it home. I already know I like living within sight of the water.
As an added bonus, the borrowed shop I’m using has a water view as well. As you might know, I had a great time this winter. But…I’m not sad to see it going away now…today was the first day I could sit outside and feel warm enough in just a sweater. So I sat by the edge of Town Brook and ate my lunch. And watched the water.
For ten minutes, I was transported. I was Huck Finn, drifting down his Mississippi. Then I was Henry David Thoreau, philosophizing beside Walden Pond. I heard Garcia singing Brokedown Palace. I was that red-tail hawk, floating above the Brook…then I was me, thinking of the Jones River at home…was the tide low or high?
Then an emergency vehicle came screaming down the road, my reverie was snapped. Water view or not, it was time to go back to work. But it sure was a great ten minutes.
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I could think of worse ways to spend 10 minutes! Brokedown Palace has a special place in my heart. I’m finding your posts of late have made me more contemplative and thoughtful of late.
I’ll try to elaborate in an email.
On the warmth you felt, well I missed out on it as the snow/freezing rain has hid the sun and ain’t saying when it’s coming back.
I’ll send you a picture of my lake once the ice finally melts and the coyotes finish with the dear carcass they’ve been eating the last day or so.
Be well my friend.
Delightful piece. Thanks.