Near a lifetime of city dwelling’s passage
In disparage of days, a lost humanity
Toils in the choking fumes and litter-bound
Clutter of masses chock full and weary
As a burgeoning writer my future lay in waiting as I contemplated the essence of my earthly being. Sooner than later I must flee this insanity of towering concrete and steel menagerie. People in the mix, the noise mechanical as their daily endeavors intermingle. Circumstance drove my existence day to day. I bathed, I dressed, ate and drove to an office, poured over entanglement of lives in making.
I’d crawl through traffic in all due process, hear the prattle of nonsense disgorged by the news of overcrowding, overload of mentality, violent ranting, societal disparity. A cloud of obscurity overwhelming, our decisions loomed; should we go now or stay? The ultimate decision not long in its tarry, our future would beckon, moving onward, destiny.
With each passing mile disquietude languished as distant memories trailing in windswept turmoil of custody and sudden unawareness…our debriefing as the turmoil slipped unobtrusively away. The air filled our lungs in the purity of pleasure, the silence afforded our thoughts in vestige few elements of what was now far behind.
A glance, disbelieving, in the rear view mirror afforded the luxuriant absence as city lights dimmed. The highway opened as dwellers in trailing disembarked to abodes of boundary living. A breathtaking silence engulfed and beholden, a clarity of process returned unassuming.
The island life served us well through the years, a dozen exploring, discovery. The sea, the mountains, lakes, rivers and streams, abundant wildlife, nature all a dream. We became one with the spirit in leaving a life largely intolerable, without purpose it seemed.
And now we are nearing two years amidst the splendor of south-central Okanagan Valley. Our homeland a sprawling basin of rugged mountains, lakes and rivers’ meander. In the shoulder of the Cascades and Okanagan Range, our greatest pilgrimage far and away from the populace drawn to coastal largess of the metropolitan cacophony.
Rugged crags of shear bluffs terraced, Lodgepole Pine in bedrock protrusion. Coyotes and cougar, inconspicuous roam, deer grazing their silent and lofty domain. Rivers snake the valley floor far below in pristine linkage to lakes in their finding. High on the plateaus an undulant rolling of vineyards, architectural lineage of grapes on the vine. A mere hour south is the searing desert, a dustbowl of windswept sands to the border. From here we can drive south through the splendor of the same, Washington, Oregon, expansive California.
Small and modest towns and cities dot the landscape, periodic out here in the Valley where peace and solitude grace our journey in keeping. What lay ahead will come as it may. We give constant thanks living life in our time, our own way.
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