Movement of the Heart

When I lived in Portland, Or, my favorite hobby was getting lost. It's hard for me to get lost here in the Phoenix area, because it's more or less a huge grid upon the desert, and there aren't enough clouds in the sky to hide the sun, so it's hard to lose a bearing on which direction one is going. In Portland, with the weather's misty temperament, a shy sun, and roads whose paths were more often determined by the ground than imposed upon it, getting gloriously lost was easy.

...she rushes in, no hesitation, she trusts...

I would get lost somewhere, find a spot with some compelling beauty, then pull out my laptop and type tripe for an hour, then pilot my little 4Runner around again until some road with a name I recognized appeared, and I would try to follow it, often having to try one way, then the other, and eventually wend my way home.

I do wonder, though, what it would be like to have gotten lost and never sought that bearing home again. Wonder, wonder, wonder...

thank you for this nice one Gb , you're talented ;)

Another rare but well written, deep thought, by Charm Bunny.