Gentle days
Somewhere between Ottawa and Montreal.
The train ride from Montreal was made several times more jovial by a new-found friend who was also making her way down to Ottawa. It never ceases to amaze me how conversations sometimes sprout on their own accord, as if the seeds are already there and paying them the slightest attention allows words to flow and grow like wildfire.
The countryside was flat and wide, I could almost feel at home save for the small differences between shades of colours and shapes of leaves. The cows swished their tails at the afternoon sun, the red barns stood still and solid, seemingly untouched by summers and winters gone by. One looks at a distance, at towns and dainty wooden houses, hearing imagined stories of lives too far out of one's reach, riding on the back of the breeze.
A beautiful couple of days with friends and away from urban living - talking, eating just about the best of Thai food, walking in the woods and doing very little otherwise. I'm learning that paradise on earth exists in small doses - part of experiencing it is the ability to leave it behind and keep going in the faith that you have been there and that days like these come around if you let them.
Posted by sniffles at September 12, 2002 02:04 PM