I’ve found the perfect place – I mean The. Perfect. Place
to sit & wait for The End of the World.
It’s on the slope of a hill (mountain?) in northern California – a home the owners rent out as a B & B – in amongst a million trees – a forest – high up enough that you look out the windows (or from the deck) & see the ocean wayyyyy over at the edge of the landscape, past tons of trees/forest & some farm land.
Words are quite inadequate to describe this place (as they are to describe anything truly sublime, for that matter: beautiful Nature/scenery, music, lovemaking, love itself!). You will just have to trust me that it is a breathtaking location, inside & out. Inside? Quirky, charming, light, spacious – skylights & views & trees at every turn & vantage point. And books.
1000s of books. Books EVERYwhere. Enough library for a lifetime … or several!?
I’ve landed in the sort of place I might well have conceived of as Heaven.
It is heaven, here.
The sun went down spectacularly last night. A big orange ball – it looked like the moon! Sinking into the horizon – & then the crescent moon appeared.
& later? A ZILLION stars.
OMG. So stunning.
- Bats, crows.
The Definitively. Perfect. Place. To. Await
How heavenly it is, to be in heaven!
Away from the absurd (& dangerous) antics of our fellow human beings
- The dramas
- the violence
- the splintering
- the agendas
- the anger
- the (ever-growing) insanity
- The arguments & posturing
- The showing off
- The galloping climate chaos.
The shocking apathy.
Things could have happened yesterday – 100 kinds of mayhem almost certainly did!
We’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?
No rush to get back to the chaos.
Back to … Babylon…
It will wait.
p.s. weeks later: All very well, hmmm? But.
But but but but but…
We don’t get to Just. Sit. Somewhere. Sublime
While it all blows up all around us
& just sit there
Sitting & waiting for TEOTW