Seeing the pix of the sunrise over my lake, Yoko said she understands why I get up so early.
I’m just a country girl, rarely miss the sunrise. Love the early morning hours. The trees, the lake, the brook that are outside my door. After most of my years in Manhattan and then twenty-one here, I don’t think I could ever live in a city again. I can’t say I enjoy the isolation, the loneliness of country living, the (sometimes long and arduous) drive into town, but I do enjoy the solitude and beauty that surrounds me, that allows me to relax into my own being. Yet I do not want Lonely to be my roommate.
Carrie’s mother puts it perfectly in The Dive from Clausen’s Pier (by Ann Packer): “Lonely is a funny thing,” she said slowly. “It’s almost like another person. After a while, it’ll keep you company if you’ll let it.”
These thoughts as I am about to take off for the warm embrace of my children and the big cities they live in now, Montreal and Los Angeles.
Posted by leya at December 12, 2004 01:37 PM