These early-morning hours were Louise’s favourite part of the day. She loved to lie in bed and watch the sun create intricate patterns on her bedroom walls. She let her mind drift wherever it felt like going. Eventually it always ended up immersed in planning the day. Louise laughed, thinking that she rarely stuck to her plan anyway, so what was the point in planning?
It was a perfect day to visit her favourite meadow, Louise figured. Spring had arrived early in the Kootenays and her meadow was alive with colour, scent and the sounds of returning birds. If she hadn’t promised to send her illustrations in tomorrow, Louise would have taken the entire day and hiked in the meadow and on the mountain trails. She never tired of being in the mountains that now engulfed her.
It always filled Louise with a sense of wonder that all she had to do was walk out her back door and she was surrounded by the tall pines, cedars and hemlock, with mountains looming as backdrop.
This was the reason why she had chosen this place, far from the way she had always lived. There was something magical about letting in all the sounds that now surrounded her. It wasn’t long ago that she’d lived in a high-rise apartment in downtown Toronto. There she had blocked out the constant noise of a city and mostly kept her head down as she rushed between her office and the subway. Read the rest of this entry ?
The Created Wor(l)d 