I was barrelling down the country road and around the curves coming through the golden fall treeson my right. My mind was a whirl of thoughts that where numbing me out. One sentence kept playing over and over. 'All I wanted to do was step outside my life for a while.' The old wound was festering again.
My country drive in the morning to work is a time I collect the beauty of the farms and the sky. I chatter gratitude with my God for His handiwork. Today He had to nudge me to put my focus back on Him.
I was coming to my turn and there my eyes locked on to her's. The corn fields had been taken down. Along my right side was a farm of black cows and a farmhouse to my favorite dog line, the toy fox terrier. I enjoy the land here. It is interesting. But this morning I had to skip up futher ahead. A doe turned her head and looked at me.
My jeep must have caught her attention. I was feverishly looking for her pack. Deer are not always a good thing to see as you are zipping along. I saw no others but her. She turned her white tail to me and then zipped across the country road and bounded off the another broken down corn field. She was soooooo graceful. I was a bit envious of her. Oh to have the grace and form ... and to run far away....
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