Saturday, December 20, 2008
In the Boston grass
A moment in the grass
Boston, April 2006
Sometimes, even the most ordinary thicket of tall grass takes on a shape you'll remember when the wind blows just so. When you're far from home and missing the people who matter more than you can ever possibly quantify, pausing by the side of the road to reflect on quiet beauty like this is what sustains you until you once again walk through the front door.
Your turn: In yesterday's blog entry, I wondered what it was about being beside a body of water that brought such relaxation to the soul. Today I'm mulling over the grass. I guess before long, I'll have soldiered through every natural element on the planet. Any other suggestions?