Fall Line
Tomorrow's the first day of fall - so soon?
This morning I stepped out on the back porch first thing after rolling out of bed like I usually do. 50 degrees & I'm standing out there in bare feet, t-shirt & sweatpants inhaling the crisp morning air. Fall is definitely right around the corner. Yesterday wasn't so obvious, but this morning was a sure sign. I closed my eyes & smelled the leaves, the rain & the slight breeze that held that cold edge that I love so well. Reminds me of Scotland. If you've never been there, it gets under your skin. In your blood. It's in my blood anyway, along with a predilection for fiddles & bagpipes. Even after 10 years, I can still recall the smells & feeling of that ancient place. That's one thing I love about my area of Ohio - some days hold a hint of mysticism, a certain vibe. I can drive up around the Lake & imagine it's a loch nestled in the highlands, surrounded by old forest with the mist hanging over it. And mornings like this just stir it up - the longing to go back & walk those age-old paths again through a farmer's field, past curious hairy red cows & dirty woolly sheep, over the thoughtfully-placed (and how long ago?) wooden step over the low stone fence, to stand on the sandy spit at the tip of Loch Tay, that long narrow lake that stretches north thru the gentle mountains that eventually give way to the craggy, ominous peaks of the Highlands.
In my mind I can still walk that path & feel that pull to that unfamiliar yet totally familiar landscape..... How long until I walk it again for real?
This morning I stepped out on the back porch first thing after rolling out of bed like I usually do. 50 degrees & I'm standing out there in bare feet, t-shirt & sweatpants inhaling the crisp morning air. Fall is definitely right around the corner. Yesterday wasn't so obvious, but this morning was a sure sign. I closed my eyes & smelled the leaves, the rain & the slight breeze that held that cold edge that I love so well. Reminds me of Scotland. If you've never been there, it gets under your skin. In your blood. It's in my blood anyway, along with a predilection for fiddles & bagpipes. Even after 10 years, I can still recall the smells & feeling of that ancient place. That's one thing I love about my area of Ohio - some days hold a hint of mysticism, a certain vibe. I can drive up around the Lake & imagine it's a loch nestled in the highlands, surrounded by old forest with the mist hanging over it. And mornings like this just stir it up - the longing to go back & walk those age-old paths again through a farmer's field, past curious hairy red cows & dirty woolly sheep, over the thoughtfully-placed (and how long ago?) wooden step over the low stone fence, to stand on the sandy spit at the tip of Loch Tay, that long narrow lake that stretches north thru the gentle mountains that eventually give way to the craggy, ominous peaks of the Highlands.
In my mind I can still walk that path & feel that pull to that unfamiliar yet totally familiar landscape..... How long until I walk it again for real?
posted by RCSure | 2:29 PM
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