Let's have an adventure we
said, since the sun is shining.
Just a small afternoon adventure, and then perhaps a sandwich.
New territory will do us good.
We squeeze a car through dark moss lanes, find a wooded valley with lingering
mist: exactly the sort of place.
The boys take pictures of it, for reference and for the way the light plays. We
talk of these scenes, leisurely, as we pass; the path is wide and almost level.
The different sorts of green; in depth and texture; how our hands feel the
shade.
How the firs seemed to march, down to the water, out of the backlit blaze, like
out of a spaceship. This is how it looks, to us, as we stretch up hands to
catch some warm rays. They come in peace. Ease of progress on this pale gravel
trail.
Bikes go by and toddlers on trikes tow parents. Shadow goes by, and pattern and
bright sky, filtering. Dogs on leads and muddied, free: all tails wag. A pony
makes a fuss, crossing the stream; we turn to watch and see our own shadows,
elongated, falling behind.
Travel home, under a blue-sky moon, half dreaming.
Let's have a sandwich we say, and maybe later brew coffee.
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