Anything, Everything
On my running days, I usually run the same path from my apartment building, and double back. I know it like the back of my hand now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find new things. I passed a tree, so dense with these things growing, beautiful in such an unusual way.
You can’t force it,
It’s like pulling teeth.
But the teeth are words to render the rhyme complete.
Try as you might, try as I may,
A line will come, it will find its own way
The perfect couplet will occur in its time
But until then, wait
Because tugged inspiration is not worth a dime.
Today I went for a walk in my local park, and for a little while, things felt normal. It’s rare I see so many people on a Sunday. The crocuses, it seems, have invaded and are everywhere. I feel like I’m seeing them more this year than ever, but it might also be just me paying more attention.
Next time you’re out walking, whether it be to go to the shop, walking the dog or your daily exercise, make an effort to notice things. Any spots of colour you’ve never paid attention to, a flower in a cluster of trees, berries. Crocuses emerging from a patch of grass in a business park. The colour of the sky.
Yesterday was one of those days where I just wanted to go to bed and wait for the day to improve or be done. I realised that I rely on my phone a hell of a lot; communication, photos, Duolingo, tracking exersize, music in the morning. I didn’t realize this until I had mere hours without it due to a fault, but it’s funny isn’t it? We love these little things for all the space they save and all the things they can carry… until we can’t access them because the phone just refuses to work.
Anyway, here is a nice photo of cloudy blue sky. Because just because its always there, doesn’t mean it isn’t wondrous.
Particurly since we’re being encouraged to be more at home for the time being, our environments have to be adapted to be more cosy, more conducive, maybe constantly changing to feel a sense of movement. Flowers are a welcome dash of colour, as well as a mood lifter.
Right now, every days feels the same. Get up, work, clean, eat, bed. Sometimes, however, a bit of repetition, that bit of surety is nice. Somethings, you can set your watch by.
Crocuses, for example, turn up in the same spot at the local wooded area every year about this time, without fail. Today, as the workers were cutting down a massive amount of foliage that had managed to grow undisturbed for such a long time, knowing that these little things will still pop up no matter what is unusually comforting.
A very simple one today, but its nice to see the weather beginning to brighten up. I’m ready for warm now.
If you were a book,
What kind would you be?
Would you be a best seller,
Would I come by you for free?
Would I read you cover to cover,
Or peruse you casually in a park?
Would I still be reading you beneath the lamp light after dark?
Are you a comedy, drama,
Or something in between?
Would your imagery stay with me,
Or flicker away like a dream?
Do you use your own perspective,
Or a friend’s?
Is your font friendly?
How does it end?
If I were to see you in a store,
Waiting on the shelf,
Would I walk by?
Or would I pry
Your pages open hungrily for more,
Your epilogue offering clarity,
The story becoming clear,
Would I fear
What you have to say?
This isn’t going to be a strictly nature post, per say. But it is about environments, spaces, and having someone to travel with. Travel is one of mine and my fiancé’s shared loves, whether it’s in the UK or outside. And this hasn’t been possible for the last few months, but more than ever its important to plan those trips, map out what you want to do and where you want to go. Even just putting by a little money as a fund can help make those travel plans feel just a little bit closer.
Paint a Mental Picture 