bits and pieces
It's quiet; aside from the chatter of birds, and the occasional sputtering of a passing car (or more often, truck or tractor), the rolling hills have a surreal hush spread over them, like a muffling blanket. It's peaceful, like a haven of solitude, and silence. We have no internet access at our little cabin, and the time away from all the statuses, and messages has been wonderful - I've had a lot of distraction-free-time, that I've put to use working on my novel. It's coming along, slowly but surely. Once it's finished, I'll start editing. Oh, joy. ;)
Not a whole lot to document, actually. Writing a blog post feels strange after 3 weeks without one. (How has it already been 3 weeks?!) I could get used to this kind of life, but we'll be heading home in a week and a half. The speed at which time is flying is dizzying - almost frightening. Ah, well. Enjoying the passing of time is important, I've realized, instead of worrying about it. Besides, our worry changes nothing; it only warps our view of beauty, and chases away contentment.
I'll be ready to get home, but for right now, I'm gathering all the bits and pieces of beauty around me, and storing them in my heart; not for documenting, or sharing, or tweeting, or updating my facebook status - just to hold; to carry, and to remember.