As I drove home from my job in the city last week, I reflected on how each day as I commute home, I change from my city slicker demeanor to that of a relaxed country girl. As I leave work, my foot is heavy on the gas pedal, windows up, and air conditioning on full tilt, both are used to drown out the noise of traffic that I despise or worse some boom box music from the car behind me vibrates my rib cage. Long stretches of pavement dotted with metal carriages lie in front of me and I am counting the minutes until I am home.
Truth be, I am home long before I pull in my drive. When I exit the highway, a little voice inside me breathes a huge sigh of relief. I turn off the A/C, let the windows down and shed the stale air. The sunroof opens, my foot lightens; I am no longer in a hurry. I delight in the rush of air caressing my arms as the breeze travels through my car. My long hair tickles my face gently before swirling into a vortex over my head and is sucked up through the sunroof. I slow down to look at my favourite old farm houses and their inspiring gardens. I pass through the small town near my old farm and I hear birds singing, lawn mowers running, dogs barking, children laughing and screaming in delight as they play and I hear the ding of the bell, announcing a new customer at the gas station. I pass tractors traveling to the next farm. I see migrant farm workers, ready to escape the heat after a long day in the fields. I see mothers and children strolling down the sidewalk, a dog or two in tow, while families relax and catch up on their day with loved ones on front porches. I feel peace and serenity and am reminded of why I wanted to live in the country and am ever so thankful for the opportunity to be here.
Truth be, I am home long before I pull in my drive. When I exit the highway, a little voice inside me breathes a huge sigh of relief. I turn off the A/C, let the windows down and shed the stale air. The sunroof opens, my foot lightens; I am no longer in a hurry. I delight in the rush of air caressing my arms as the breeze travels through my car. My long hair tickles my face gently before swirling into a vortex over my head and is sucked up through the sunroof. I slow down to look at my favourite old farm houses and their inspiring gardens. I pass through the small town near my old farm and I hear birds singing, lawn mowers running, dogs barking, children laughing and screaming in delight as they play and I hear the ding of the bell, announcing a new customer at the gas station. I pass tractors traveling to the next farm. I see migrant farm workers, ready to escape the heat after a long day in the fields. I see mothers and children strolling down the sidewalk, a dog or two in tow, while families relax and catch up on their day with loved ones on front porches. I feel peace and serenity and am reminded of why I wanted to live in the country and am ever so thankful for the opportunity to be here.
1 comment:
Oh you sound like me after a day trip to the city. Even though I look forward to the occasional trip to shop or dine, I always look forward to getting home.
We are country girls, you and I! Heart and Soul!
Blessings, Misha
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