Stepping outside
Sometimes I feel like I live my whole life through words on a screen. I worry I won't actually be able to articulate what I'm trying to express without it being in text form first. I am immersed in words, words, words.
The other day, I spent about 12 hours sitting down in front of this machine, with about 30 minutes here and there (if you counted it up) to take breaks. And when I finally surfaced I just needed to get outside.
So we had a barbecue, sitting in deckchairs by the chimnea (sp?), toasting marshmallows, identifying constellations, looking for Mars and putting the world to rights. There's something about being outside at night. It has a timelessness that takes you away from the world of the machines that seem to govern much of our lives.
It's a few days later now, and the weather is still incredible for this time of year. Global warming I guess. The bees are out and the chickens pootling around the flowerbeds looking for snacks. It's fabulous to feel the sun on your face and enjoy an uninterrupted (relatively) moment of peace in the warm spring garden.
The other day, I spent about 12 hours sitting down in front of this machine, with about 30 minutes here and there (if you counted it up) to take breaks. And when I finally surfaced I just needed to get outside.
So we had a barbecue, sitting in deckchairs by the chimnea (sp?), toasting marshmallows, identifying constellations, looking for Mars and putting the world to rights. There's something about being outside at night. It has a timelessness that takes you away from the world of the machines that seem to govern much of our lives.
It's a few days later now, and the weather is still incredible for this time of year. Global warming I guess. The bees are out and the chickens pootling around the flowerbeds looking for snacks. It's fabulous to feel the sun on your face and enjoy an uninterrupted (relatively) moment of peace in the warm spring garden.
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