Leaving from Wal-Mart and looking east, you see a farm house and field. Today it was in a humidity haze. There is something about that view that makes me want to scale the chain link fence at the edge of the parking lot and start walking toward that old homestead. I have no idea of what it looks like up close, and I don’t fantasize a welcoming farmhouse with a kitchen full of canning ladies. Because, if I did, I think I would climb that fence and not look back.
But that is not true . . . becuse leaving people behind is just not good.
You went to Walmart today. Did you plan your trip first thing this morning? *snicker snicker*
Actually it’s a lovely view. We have a few of those around here….. lovely views that is. Even though the huge concrete jungle is just a few miles away you can find little slices of …… nostalgia? desire? home?
Glad you didn’t abandon your companions. Besides, that old homestead probably doesn’t have internet.
” . . . probably doesn’t have internet.” Good God, you’re right.