Hello my friends!
It has been entirely too long since I posted anything, herein.
Please accept my apologies 😦
Failing that, perhaps you could try to keep your hatred to a bare minimum. This is in light of the fact, that……. The author possesses a rather delicate sensibility 😉
I find I have become more and more distracted by all those little nonentities, such as living, these days. Oh the shame of it all! Well anyway, I shall hasten to taste of the communal waters very shortly, I am really, really hungry, and looking forward to reading all of your wonderful blogs!)
Love to all,
(Inspiration lurks in the strangest of places)
by Cliff Lewis
URBAN SPRAWL CANADA thestar.com
URBAN SPRAWLING Blogspot.com
I Wonder…Is it possible to be in two places at the exact-same instant?
Can the human brain enable us to witness events that are miles apart and light years removed?
It feels that way, to me sometimes.
I was walking through a rural park, not, so, very far from home, a few days ago. I paused to rest on a wooden bench, and as I watched the people and their pets passing by, I had the distinct impression of being in a far different place.
Somehow, the tree lined avenues and the wood-chip-laden playground with its joyful young inhabitants, had morphed, in very convincing style, into something else.
The twittering birds, chattering chipmunks, and scampering squirrels were all gone; replaced by the hustling, bustle of a metropolitan, city. They became the growling of traffic, the honking of impatient car horns, and the howling of sirens.
That beautiful pastoral scene was no longer in evidence.
It wasn’t a distant memory, I believe, nor a trick of the imagination. Although, what other satisfactory, explanation remains?
The sights, sounds, and all of my other sensations, taste, touch and emotional response, seemed very real.
I watched in fascination, and then in immense sadness as trees and swing-sets, mountains, meadows and streams became skyscrapers, hydrants, and all the Accouterments of urban sprawl. A veritable concrete jungle, as it were.
I don’t deal with change very well, that much I will admit, albeit, reluctantly. This is Particularly when the changes involved are neither a necessity nor an improvement of significant value.
A burly young man raced bombastically from a convenience store, closely pursued by a red-faced merchant; The latter, wielding a well-weathered baseball bat.
The young hoodlum was fast, but the storekeeper’s batting hand was faster still.
As the kid lay sobbing on the concrete pavement, the scene dissolved, and I found myself staring, incredulously, as, in the playground, a concerned Nanny knelt over her sobbing, charge, . She was.tending to his scraped knee.
I arose from my bench, and, for a long moment, took in my, peaceful surroundings.
Life was good.
I inhaled the sweet, fragrant air and , with a sigh of contentment continued on my way.