The Blue Ridge

Not lost, but merely seek, knowledge and understanding. Both of the natural world and my mind’s space and time. What insignificant thoughts will push worries away, occupying that space, and consuming the time? On these cloudy rainy days the melancholy thoughts, come playing peacefully, like raindrops slowly falling. The deer appear often at the edge of the woods, testing things. Full knowledge of watching eyes, understanding no threat here. The damp and green of summer showers seem endless. The hard rain satisfying the thirst of both foliage and beast. The young black bear scurries across the road and into the lush, vanishing into August’s green and vast wet forest. As the rain continues to fall, the wipers moving back n forth, out the window, the birds bath and squirrels play. The radio sings softly, music from many years past, no bad news of politics or wars, rather lyrics for days like these. From this rainy mountain top peering down at the Shenandoah valley below, the world seems at peace. This road of life, so similar to this winding mountain parkway, which today I travel, content yet longing.