After a late breakfast of cheese omelets and sunshine, Vinny and I loaded up the car with dogs and maps and two mochas to go...and headed out of the city and into the country. A loooooong way into the country.
We went to go look at a house. Not just any house, mind you, but a farm house.
Can I imagine myself living in a farm house, miles and miles from the city? Well, yes, I can...but only if the beautiful shed behind that house is renovated into the most incredible studio imaginable (like the one I have perfectly designed and constructed in my mind).
The house...is a fixer-upper (and I mean that in all sense of the word) but, oh, the potential is there.
And the sky...offers enough breathing space to last an entire lifetime.
Halfway down the driveway we stopped, turned off the car, and listened. Silence. Absolute. That is, except for the sounds of birds and the wind blowing through open windows. The air smelled sweet.
We smiled and, on the way home, imagined star-filled nights, fireflies, and happy dogs.
Remember that scene in Cast Away, you know, that movie with Tom Hanks as a FedEx employee?... well, I keep thinking of the scene at the end of the movie when he goes to deliver the unopened package to the artist who lives beyond the crossroads. In my imagination, I'm that artist, but instead of creating metal works, I get to be a pet portrait artist instead. Never mind about Tom Hanks, I just love that woman's set-up! I have no idea why any of this feels even remotely glamorous or familiar to me, but in a way it kind of does.
The sky reminds me of my old place. But everything else is like nothing I've ever quite experienced before.
Who knows. But I do like dreaming...