In the afternoons when i drive along the wooded path, I turn the music off and lower the windows. I want to hear the deer run across the woods, the leaves crunching beneath their black hooves. I want to see the hawk as it glides onto a lower branch, scanning the ground for small creatures. My breath becomes visible inside the car, the pup wimpers; my tires crush the ice with satisfying cracks and I drive on with the frigid silence embedded in my bones.
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You describel this trip perfectly. I can hear the scene.
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Me too it reminds me of my first car which didn’t have heaters and windows you had to roll down manually. Had to layer up just to drive with my dog sat in the passenger seat with my coat wrapped round her as we drove off to the middle of nowhere for a good wander through crisp woods 🙂
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What a sweet story.
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Thank you.
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You’ve painted a wonderful picture with your words! And the photo is also lovely.
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Thanks so very much.
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Beautiful. Reminds me of the days I lived in the country but worked in the city. As soon as I turned onto the country lane I would feel my stress wash away.
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yes.
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Beautiful!🙂
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Thank you.
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Stunning.
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Thank you Elouise.
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Love this!
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Thank you Eliza!
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Ahhh, thank you dear Sylvia, for bringing this serenity to me in such clarity. Much appreciated.
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🙂 thank you for riding along with me
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Marvellous. Just enough to take us there.
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