Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Road washed in sunlight
Up North, where the holiday
took us last weekend, was pretty in its spring colors.
The lakes region has beauty
through the seasons but it's this time of year, with the long light and
the imprint of the regenerative earth on the green wooded hills, that ties me to
this area of outstate Minnesota.
On our arrival, glad that the tees and shorts we packed were going to be the standard wear, we felt
almost tricked.
Warm as it was, the trees were barely leafed out. We were further along at
home with leafage. We weren't quite expecting this. It was a step back to the open
views of early spring.
With a string of 80s lining
up for the holiday, as if the balmy days were in on the secret from the start that this treat awaited us, the
trees quickly leafed out.
There were a few trees stunted
by the duress undergone but most trees, with the birds singing in their
boughs, played hasty catch-up to compensate for the late start.
Lilacs made an apt holiday bouquet. They bloom at Memorial Day in this part of Minnesota. We associate their blooms and their lavish scent with this national day of appreciation and remembrance.
The
hill, and the hills falling away behind it, brought me to reverie as evening
deepened and the sun continued strong.
Aglow with late sunlight, bright enough to need to shield
the eyes, this steep incline of a road leads out of sight to places that lead
me on.
The dusty road reminds me of
pioneers and ones drawn to seek out that which lies over the next hill. The
road beckons, the road calls.
I think of this with this
road. It’s one small road climbing from the river it crosses. At
the top is blue sky and the fields and hills to which it presses.
The road is identified by
Google but relatively few come upon it other than those with reason to be there. But to me the road is huge. It’s
the track to the open spaces of my interests and wonder.
It’s the direction of dreams. It’s
the way to possibilities. It’s the roadbed of intentions. It’s the winding route which is the pursuit of steadfast hope.
Washed in sunlight the road stokes
my imagination. Its course is to places unknown. It summons something of
courage and curiosity to which I respond.
Ro Giencke – May 28, 2014
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