open air & visual depletion
The contrast of concrete under feet compared to soil is incredibly noticeable, especially after frequent movement (running, walking, dancing, etc.)
I think most would agree? ((yes_)) ((no_))) (IDK_))
headin’ HOME cuz that’s WHERE the HEART is.WAS.will,BE.
In one day, my hometown can present several alternative lessons not seen recently in pixel form or institutions of any kind. This place is just another in the midst of a perpetually-expanding list that deems agricultural communities are now suburbs and coincidentally not succeeding financially. After dinner with my father and brother, the field adjacent to my home provided a quick glimpse of young doe’s adventure chasing an enormous raccoon.
Our headlights heralded away the darkness of the long driveway as we approached, and these beacons (newly defined spotlights mocking what fire/moon/sunshine/stars do) paused upon these creatures. This acknowledgment of new beings quite rapidly interrupted their innocent celebration of chase and our in-depth conversation on intelligence. My dad and brother noticed the raccoon as he jumped into a tree. I looked past the raccoon and saw the doe. It looked openly into my eyes.
The way we prefaced our arrival in a loud machine with wheels seemed awfully rude.
- >?< resting time is…? soon
Later in the day I sat down in the middle of this field where the journey began. The small meadow is only 3 acres. An eagle perches upon a stone that was once an aesthetic building block of concrete for Michigan’s State Capitol. Next to this is a flag pole originally erected by my father to honor traditions of flags representing recent (but not so tangible) pasts. Today Michigan State University’s large “S” billowed in the wind’s movement.
The original biological family unit is dismantled and has traversed to other latitudes and longitudes, however this particular place is a geographical point of origin for each individual involved.
Original scenery.
When my brothers and I were young the green space was a stage for growth, creation, observation, education, community and laughter. The trees planted along the driveway by my father and mother when I was an infant stand tall today. They have grown close to each other through time. They are a penetrable fence that separates air while simultaneously allowing movement between its parts much like breath moves words. These pines persevere and indeed remain emerald in the harsh winter. The open sky the space creates is called “the universe” to many. Here one can imagine, unravel, and connect sparkling dots upon darkness. It needs little explanation. The wonder it employs is absolutely necessary for human spiritual expansion and examination as it is limitless & inspiring.
The tree branches seek to connect their limbs across the area that separates them. Some move east, others west. These are simple legacies of history. Here there are relationships with land that do not deplete but simply greet, meet, and compete. The competition for growth between roots and land have not stunted any of the things that live in the field. They all live together quite correctly and fluidly reaching for sunshine on some level or another.
&& also, headlights < sunlight.
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