After hiking a bit up a dusty narrow path, winding through pines and forest fauna, we find a respite! Oh, land of enchantment. This scene reminds me of when I was a child, and summer seemed to go on forever. My generation didn't have access to computers, gadgets, or high-tech games. The great outdoors was our play station. Sometimes we got bored, but never for long because our imagination would lead us into wonderful make-believe adventures.
One time, we "built a train" and rode into the land of enchantment. Nobody remarked that our train was only a row of mismatched kitchen chairs sitting in a weedy patch of side-yard. Someone rang a bell and we all jumped aboard, chugging over mountains and across valleys, bell ringing (to warn off any cows that might be straggling along the tracks), until we reached our destination. Once there, we splashed into the pool, which we pretended was the ocean or a secret lake. Later, we might stretch out on the sidewalk to warm ourselves or lie in the grass and watch clouds drift overhead.
Drifting is good sometimes.
Although this time away seemed aimless, it has renewed me somehow.
