Snowy Afternoon, Old Town Quebec City, Canada
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Outside My Room
Sometimes I leave my safe place
I have to or my legs will begin to ache
My eyes start to lose focus
Hunger leaves me
And my mind becomes sick
So I put on my coat
And leave the world of safety
Leave the world of friends
For one of health
At first it's always overwhelming
The air is now cool and crisp
Instead of warm and stuffy
I can feel it moving across my face
So many sounds
Animals preparing for winter
The leaves shaking off trees
And cars driving to and from homes
The ground beneath my feet is uneven
With stones and dirt
My ankles almost break as I adjust
But I keep walking
I keep walking because it's good for me
I walk in circles because there are no trails
Only paths cut through the woods for cars
Some people run alongside them anyway
But not me
But sometimes I still find things
A lost metal nut from some project
A mushroom growing under our truck
A piece of foam from the neighbour's yard
A hole dug out by some creature as a home
A little home right next to ours
After a while it doesn't feel so much anymore
After a while I start thinking to myself
"It has always been this way, hasn't it?
The birds always came here in spring
The squirrels always lived in these trees
The flowers seem to die
But are reborn
The trees become skeletons
But regrow their flesh
I have my own cycles too
Of happiness
Of sadness
Of good and poor health
Of sleepiness and wakefulness
Just like any other animal
Just like any other living thing
Everything out here has its place
Everything has a purpose
No one is left without meaning or value
Meaning and value by just being alive
Even I am a part of it
Even if I don't think I am doing anything
When the squirrel forgets where
All its nuts are buried
It doesn't think to itself
"What lovely trees will grow here"
For this moment
I am one with the ecosystem
Contributing and benefiting
Without thinking about it
I am one with the world
Past, present, and future
The good and the bad
Watching time march on
Eons before I was here
And eons after I am gone
It was always this way, wasn't it?"
I start to wonder about the people driving by
I see a blur of them every day
Do they ever think about this?
Or have they fooled themselves
Into thinking purpose is earned?
Do they worry they aren't doing enough
When they have gone above and beyond?
My legs no longer feel stiff
My eyes feel relieved
My mind and soul at peace
My body low on energy
My stomach feeling empty
So I return for supper
I hang up my coat on the coat rack
I take off my shoes
My face reddened from the cold
And I say to my mother and father
"Isn't it a lovely world we live in?"
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