>That Kind Of Day
This morning on my way to work, I nearly got lost. Not in the real physical world. No, no. Imagine you have a magic eraser that can eliminate roadways, cars, electricity poles, and strip malls. Got it? Okay. Close your eyes a second and come with me…
Imagine a soft, gray, misty dawn. The colors peering over the lush green trees are the softest lavender, mixed just so with a hint of robin egg blue and a dash of oyster shell pink. Add some darker purples and grays for contrast. In the sky, add some dark gray clouds, big ones, off in the distance. Over them, layer several medium gray ones, followed by a few that are a nearly washed out, watery kind of gray. Then, layer all the background with a thin gray-white mist, enough to blur all the edges and make it seem as if any place more than a mile off is completely shrouded in mystery, adventure, and maybe a hint of danger (for spice).
Closer, imagine the wetness left behind by a soft, gentle rain. The earth is saturated, bringing out the richest hues in everything around you. The trunks of the trees are almost black; the earth is a deep, fertile brown. The flowering trees and shrubs have lost their petals during the rain, scattering pinks, whites, purples, and reds all over the soft green grass, inviting a wanderer to lie down and savor their soft perfume.
Bring some of the mist nearer, now. Spread it lightly, causing the background just ahead of you to be slightly less focused, creating the effect that right where you are is the only place that’s real. Make your immediate surroundings sharp, clear.
Now, notice the slight chill in the air, and the moisture. Goose bumps appear on your skin and you shiver. You can smell the earth, the petals lying around your feet. Sound is muffled and you suddenly feel alone, cocooned, and expectant. Any moment now, you just know you will open your eyes and find yourself surrounded by….woodland creatures? Fairies? Angels? A mythic army? An outlaw prince and his loyal men? An imaginary place from deep inside you that suddenly became real?
Sometimes enough elemental things click into place in such a way as to create, for those who look, a moment (or if you’re lucky, several moments) in which you are absolutely certain that anything really is possible.
Another time that has this affect on me is during late fall, when frost is on the ground. I grew up in “the country” and road traffic was pretty scarce. At night it was DARK. I used to love to go outside, shivering cold, grass crunching with frost under my feet, and just breathe. I could smell the cold, the dead leaves, and the cleanness of the air. I would close my eyes and see the leafless trees sparkling in the moon and starlight. I would listen to the quiet, and imagine I was standing on an ancient highway, where any second, a dark and dangerous rider would come galloping toward me…..and I would wait for anything to happen, because at those kinds of magical moments, anything can…..
I almost got lost on the way to work today. I almost made it, too…..
Photo courtesy of: Scott’s Photographica Collection