I like Trees
Trip Start Mar 04, 2007
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A timeless day is simply a day when time when does not exist. The cloud cover is thick enough to hide the position of the sun, but thin enough to let through enough light to save mood and occasionally, just occasionally mind you, require a little squinting on the high end of brightness and a little squinting on the low end of darkness also. A timeless day offers no clue to the hour. The hour does not exist. The only thing separating one moment from another is your inability to occupy both simultaneously, and even that seems unsure on a timeless day. A timeless day is a day of freedom. If one possesses the strength of will to avoid artificial contrivances of timekeeping, one may function with no external clock suggesting any activity other than the one of the moment could possibly be pressing
Sunday was a timeless day.
A good soundtrack also adds to the joy of a long drive. In addition to the song of solitude, I utilized the offerings of the car stereo. The ride started lively with a solid sing along session. I needed to charge my phone, so could not use the satellite radio. The Violent Femmes were my serenaders of choice. I'm sure it reveals something dead in my soul, but I cannot help but smile big as I sing along to country death song. 36-24-36 is of course another underappreciated classic. Classic.
After my phone was charged, on went the Sirous satellite radio. I zenned out to Area 33 all the way to Mariana Lake. I don't know what it is. Something about that hypnotic beat soothes and stimulates me on the long haul. The next hour to Fort McMurray was devoted to mellowing out with a Marley moment. More singing along ensued. I like to pretend I know the words. As I neared my destination, the channel flipped a little more erratically. At first I searched for the familiar comfort of the blues. The comfort was not there
I Love Trees. Love 'em! One of my absolute favourite things about hitting the highway is the time I get to spend among the trees. To the left, trees. To the right, trees. As far as I can gaze ahead or behind, an endless left and right of trees. If I am in a valley, I look up to more trees. If I am on a hill, I see over countless trees. I love to sneak peaks through the trees into the hidden world they protect and possess. As the road turns, rises and falls, I love to see the curves of the earth and the lines of the trees. I love to see the light through the breaks and snow on the boughs. I love simply to be surrounded by trees. They stand their guard and their ground. They hold their position without fail, and yet no matter how fast I drive, I seem never to escape them. When I pass them on the street I love to touch them. When I walk among them I thrill my nose with their scent, often bringing my face right up to them. I do this in the city too, but more discreetly of course. Naturally when driving these more intimate exchanges with the wood do not occur. Not even on timeless days. Not unless of course there really is no lingering deadline, there is safe availability to pull over and not being cold winter is always as asset too. The trees are beautiful and they please me.
So.... Sunday was Cold. Sunday was Cloudy. Sunday was spent in Solitude. The drive up was Beautiful!