Summer Coos & Blues

Somewhere to Go

Humming of the sewing machine in the background, cars zooming by on Highway 472, white noise of the TV blaring in the near distance.

Summer sounds, chirping birds, whistling of branches in the wind, crackling and rustling of leaves in the bushes from the travel of some unseen critters. Dogs howling and barking in the distance from neighboring houses all lined along the corridor of the highway.

Soothing yet disconcerting . . . nowhere to go, but desire to have somewhere to go. . . But where? How would we get there? No car, no cabbie, no one who would come in an instant at a little girl’s beckoning to change scenery with a car trip to the infamous somewhere.

I am learning that somewhere is anywhere you already are. ©

Thanks for stopping by.


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