Thank you to all of you who sent me a thumbs up to finish my story! Despite the cold weather today, I ALMOST went for a walk on the same snow covered country roads to search for a little more inspiration. There's nothing like clearing your head with fresh air and giving your mind a chance to wander. It never ceases to amaze me how many different directions my mind takes, and the ideas and creative juices that begin flowing as a result. Stories take shape, poems are written, and sometimes I completely redecorate a room.
My jaunts on the country roads also give me a peek at nature...the kind you need to be up close and personal to see. I have stumbled across a deer laying down resting, just yards from the edge of the road, and was as surprised it stayed still and watched me pass as I was to see it in the first place. A small herd of deer crossed my path one day, literally. As I was walking on a road lined by woods on either side, I heard a rustle in the undergrowth just before four deer appeared, as if out of nowhere. Their hooves were clicking and sliding on the smooth pavement of the road as they shot across in front of me. What a sight! They were close enough that I could have reached out and touched the flank of the one nearest to me. Instead, I froze and just watched for that brief moment in utter amazement. Beautiful.
Gobbling, wild turkeys have also trotted past me as I have been deep in thought, absorbed in some idea or another. Visions of attack ducks, geese, and the particular one that chased and "bit" (pecked?) my sister when we were kids always come to mind when I see large sized fowl. For this reason I am more leery of the feathered friends than a large beast like a deer.
As a kid, a walk or jog on the roads meant you might also encounter a horse along the way, ridden by a fellow equestrian out for a quiet ride. My sister Kerry and I spent time on horseback along the roads where we grew up, but as our birthdays increased, so did the number of cars diving by, making it unsafe for as many casual rides. At that point we stuck to the trails, even when one of our horses would dump us and take a powder.
But that's a story for another time.
A warm country hug to all,