Watching the world go by
|Home sweet home|
I came laden with activities and plans. I’m going to write a lot, and draw for at least an hour a day with the 16 colored pencils that I carefully chose -- mostly the normal colors, with one special gold pencil. And I'll research things that I don’t usually have time for. A few land stalker things, like what’s the history of that particular property, and what year was it logged, and so on. And weird things that I’ve been curious about, but haven’t taken the time to read up on, like the Wim Hof method. (Right? I mean, tell me reading up on that guy hasn’t been on your to do list for a while.). And making a tiny booklet with graphics showing the mandatory technical criteria for hydric soils. Oh, and knitting a whole sweater, and maybe even the back up project I brought, because you don’t want to be stuck without knitting. And I’m going to get off the train at every chance, with the anxious smokers, to look around. And get my 10,000 steps and 10 glasses of water and maybe quit coffee and read a few books and write a few letters.
But it turns out that I could look out the window all day. I don’t want to knit, or draw, or miss a single inch of this beautiful land. Maybe that’s because so far I’ve been in the west. I’m just leaving Glacier National Park, with snow on the ground, brilliant yellow larch trees against a backdrop of forest green conifers, and wild rivers. Soon, the land will flatten out, trees will become scarce. But even the stark, treeless landscape is captivating. I’ve realized this is what I crave – being alone with my curiosity, activities, and a beautiful backdrop rolling by.