Day and night, the circuits of the cyber-world buzz with hype, headlines, deadlines, dire predictions, dissent, destruction, the breathless unimportance of who’s-wearing-what. I’ve had enough of the “real” world. I cannot absorb another word.
I am in need of respite, and today, I find it in the stillness of a prairie meadow. I’m not here to power-walk or to consult my watch. I’m in no mad rush. Let the rest of the world whirl by. I’m trading time for timelessness.
I step closer to admire the perfection of a single blossom of Queen Anne’s Lace. I could stay here all day in the company of this delicate flower, just to watch it stand on tiptoe to embrace the sun – here, with the meadow birds and undulating grass, with the crickets and the roving wind; here, in the gentle presence of nature; here, in the true world.