What a quaint town nestled up against the woods. A town so quiet, you can practically hear the pillows of fog as they hug the tree-line. A fresh blend of sun-showered pine needles and redwood bark constantly saturate the air. The fibrous bark slowly dries throughout the day from the previous night’s dampened sea coat.
San Anselmo hardly seems to completely wake up with an exception for the cyclists and aging locals that crawl through the winding roads; roads that follow the same paths that the railroad lines once covered1. And with point A and point B being only a stone’s throw from another in this small town, you could sleep-walk from one corner to the next in a matter of minutes.
The main road’s namesake serves as a reminder that the forces of nature can stop anyone of us in our tracks2 regardless of our plans. And below the town center where the trickling freshwater creek still flows, children run around and scattered schools of fish swim back and forth..seemingly unaware of this creek’s prime, when it was abundant for the first known inhabitants of this region3.
Throughout the town, the groves of trees not only keep the air crisp and ripe but they also cause any wanderer to look up in awe, disregarding the next few footsteps as blissful inhalations are deemed more important in those humbling moments.
And by periodically stopping and standing still, you can hear the duality of nature: its tranquil nothingness and its harmonious song of all existence.
I love how the picture of you laying underneath the tree actually looks like you are looking down at a reflection! I've always found tree canopies to look like the surface of water when the light and breeze is right. Lovely bit of writing my friend!
I wonder what happens to this essay if written in first person. Not just changing the pronouns, but exploring thes same steps in the first person. Much to explore i imagine.
I love how the picture of you laying underneath the tree actually looks like you are looking down at a reflection! I've always found tree canopies to look like the surface of water when the light and breeze is right. Lovely bit of writing my friend!
I wonder what happens to this essay if written in first person. Not just changing the pronouns, but exploring thes same steps in the first person. Much to explore i imagine.