perhaps....
a week on the lake will clear my head.
I'm thinking October, make a trip alone to spend a week on my lake, take in the blissful serene solitude and realize what I really need right now. It should be all to obvious what I really need though...I need to go home and stay there. This back and forth, there for a week only to be ripped away from everything that I love will eventually be the death of me, I'm sure of it. I miss lying on the dock at night amongst the fiery leaves of a blazing autumn and picking out the constellations adorning the moon. The sky here...too polluted by light and haze to see the glory of a sky that glimmers with the lights of thousands of stars. I want to be there; not here. I want to find myself beneath that sky again, and lose myself in her beauty while surrounded by those that will always know me best. I want to sit around a fire on Friday nights and tell stories like I used to. I want all of it back.
I want to wake up to seagulls and church bells tolling on the hour and ringing throughout town; I want to walk down to the bakery and get coffee in the mornings and sit there momentarily chatting with the people that are sure to be my neighbors. I want to see the trees set ablaze by the first cold nights of fall, instead of just left to smolder. I want hot cider and the warm smiles of those that I grew up with, that can still read me like a book left open. I want to hear the ocean lap at the rocky shores an befriend the snails that reside there.
I may know nothing else at the moment, but I do know that I want desperately to go home...not just for a visit...but for the last time...for good.
I'm thinking October, make a trip alone to spend a week on my lake, take in the blissful serene solitude and realize what I really need right now. It should be all to obvious what I really need though...I need to go home and stay there. This back and forth, there for a week only to be ripped away from everything that I love will eventually be the death of me, I'm sure of it. I miss lying on the dock at night amongst the fiery leaves of a blazing autumn and picking out the constellations adorning the moon. The sky here...too polluted by light and haze to see the glory of a sky that glimmers with the lights of thousands of stars. I want to be there; not here. I want to find myself beneath that sky again, and lose myself in her beauty while surrounded by those that will always know me best. I want to sit around a fire on Friday nights and tell stories like I used to. I want all of it back.
I want to wake up to seagulls and church bells tolling on the hour and ringing throughout town; I want to walk down to the bakery and get coffee in the mornings and sit there momentarily chatting with the people that are sure to be my neighbors. I want to see the trees set ablaze by the first cold nights of fall, instead of just left to smolder. I want hot cider and the warm smiles of those that I grew up with, that can still read me like a book left open. I want to hear the ocean lap at the rocky shores an befriend the snails that reside there.
I may know nothing else at the moment, but I do know that I want desperately to go home...not just for a visit...but for the last time...for good.