This entry is dedicated to my wonderful friend Jayne Martin. Without her, this would never have been written, and I'd be a far less happy individual.
Thank you Jayne =) x
I am surrounded by flowers.
The field is wide and crests the edge of the hill. The beautiful linseed blooms are a blue ocean, a long overdue tide. I've waited weeks to come up here, to wallow in its shallows, to watch the bees dance across its surface.
Beneath me, the Earth goes about its business, oblivious.
Beside me, my companion snores gently, enjoying the shade.
And above me, the arms of the wind turbine circle lazily. We lie in the squat shadow of the turbine's tall trunk, the echoes of its blades turning close to our feet; the sun is high and just behind us.
This is the hottest part of the day, and we timed our walk well.
Better yet, we came prepared. A flask of cold water, its contents shared between a cup and a bowl, stands empty and capped nearby, readier than me for the return journey.
My companion stirs besides me. She rolls and rises, stretching her legs and yawning hugely, before nosing and lapping at the last of the water in her bowl. That done, she settles back beside me. Her dark fur will follow me home after I return her to the dog sanctuary at the end of my shift.
This is my final walk of the day, and I made it a good one.
Shall we head back, Sweetie? I ask the border collie, fussing her absently. She raises her head and looks at me inquisitively, intelligently. Possibly she's unsure that she heard me correctly? Then she shifts her gaze towards the gyring shadow blades below us. The trio arc slowly, hypnotically. They mark the seconds, but stretch the minutes into downtime.
Her point is well made.
You’re right. I guess we're in no hurry.
She thumps her tail appreciatively for a moment, and settles back to sleep.
I am lulled by the lazy humming of forgetful bees.
And I dream of the sea.
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