in the fury of the moment

dogs in the bed

Yesterday I was stuck in traffic behind an old pick-up truck with two dogs in the bed. It was a beautiful fall day, and I found myself growing wistful as I looked at the truck and looked at the dogs and transposed a bit until I was the driver and the dogs in the back were mine. In my version of reality, we were not driving on a paved road lined with shopping plazas and fast-food restaurants, but we were bumping along a dirt road surrounded by trees and mountains and a whole lot of nothing.

It seems like lately there are more and more moments like these for me. I have always known that some part of me needs more air than cities (or even small towns) provide, and that something within me is awakened even at the sight of mountains or horizons lined by nothing but clouds and trees.

Instead of grumbling and complaining about the fact that my car is not a truck and that my house is less than 20 feet away from my neighbors, I will enjoy this time in my life. I embrace those wistful feelings, knowing that they are glimpses of the longings of my heart, and knowing also that they are the destination to which I am headed.

My mind is cloudy lately, and words are tumbling and jumbling together ... but for some reason I can't stop thinking about those dogs in that truck. And the thought makes me smile.

posted by Krista @ 9:52 AM