It’s in the 40’s, dark and rainy, but there’s a nice breeze going on outside. I had to step outside. So here I was, standing on our front porch in my bare feet and loving nature greeting me. It was only my human rationality which finally encouraged me to pull the doorknob to reenter the house, even though it was irrational to my soul. What would the neighbors think?
I thought that if I had my dream writer’s shack (a tiny camper), I’d have as many windows as possible, and all of them opened wide as I wrote away to the sounds of the wind in the trees, the patter of rain, the occasional bird and scampering squirrels. Of course, if it were nighttime, there would be deer and racoon and opossum wandering near.
All of my stories are set in the out of doors. For that very reason, sometimes it is difficult to write…inside. It would not be wise to leave windows opened inside the house when the outside temp is below fifty. Inside, there is the constant hum of the computer in the closed-in den. Leaving the room, there is the refrigerator hum, the lights humming, the kitchen clock tick-tocking away, and the furnace or furnace fan clicking on and off. (In the summertime it is air conditioning.) Of course, other neighborhood human reminders include loud lawncare machines, or airplanes or boats or racing cars or motorcycles. It makes it very distracting to ride a unicorn through a mountain meadow, seeing the tiny high-altitude flowers immediately below, the azure-blue sky above with falcon cry, the rocks and ranges extending to the horizon.
Rizzz. Rahhh. Zoom. Hum.
Oh, fiddlesticks. I’m going back on the porch for a while. At least there, in the dark, in the rain, standing in my bare feet, natural noises give competition to the human-created sounds.
Oh so true. All the hums and creaks and yawns of our house does try one’s ability to concentrate. Not to mention the lawn mowers and all this summer the construction of a new Wesco station near our house. Go ahead and enjoy the out of doors when you can. But may I suggest, wearing sox. You don’t want to get sick! (I know my kids told me you don’t get a cold from not bundling up, but stilll….) Have fun with your productivity!!
Thank you for your agreement…and for your concern, Janet. Although it was just now (6:45 PM) that I decided to put on socks. And no, I wasn’t outside ALL that time.
You’ve gotta love the change of seasons! It refreshes our perspective, allowing us to see the world in new ways!
Amen to that, Erin!