Hollyhocks reach for the sky
Hollyhocks reach for the sky

To:

My childhood home sat on a small hill on land that had been carved out of my great grandparents’ farm. On summer days, after the outside work had been done, my sister and I would lie in a specific corner of the yard where the grass met the tree line.  If we positioned ourselves just so, there was a square-shaped opening in the canopy of the surrounding oak trees.  We would pretend it was a big movie screen, and as the clouds passed into view, we would look at the shapes and make up our own plot lines about motorcycles, horses, dragons and castles.

I don’t know what made me think of this.

This weekend, as I make my way to the farm, I vow to make a departure away from the terrestrial and send my gaze upward.

THE TRAIN REPORT (each week I’ll also give you a glimpse on what our train ride was like):

On time
Complete absence of annoying people

From:


7:45 am

The barn before the sun rises
The barn before the sun rises

8:30am

The great lawn at The Beekman Mansion
The great lawn at The Beekman Mansion

10:30 am

Formal flower garden
Formal flower garden

11:30 am

The formal flower garden
The formal flower garden

Noon


1:30 pm

The storm approaches
The storm approaches

3:00 pm


3:30 pm

The clouds break
The clouds break

4:00 pm

One last cloud before nightfall
One last cloud before nightfall

7:30 pm
What story would you make up for this cloud?  I may have to call my sister.

THE TRAIN REPORT

An hour late, but I am used to it by now
And after all, my head is in the clouds.

by Dr. Brent

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