I don't know about anyone else but the travelling is as much a part of my holidays as the time away it's self. I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as the car hits the motorway to head south. Even the way home this time was a little slice of heaven:
'Today was a day when the mist appeared to swallow the sea, right when we were saying goodbye to it's majestic wonder. As we sped away from the calm of our ocean break away the rain began to ease and the sky started to show a hundred shades of blue through the slashes in the multi-grey of the cloudy canvass. I marvelled at the changing canvass as images began to appear; from the swan gracefully gliding across the sky to the etherial kiss I felt like I shouldn't be a witness to. The further north we travelled the clouds descended in the distance and almost looked to eat the hills in it's path. It made it impossible to see where land met sky on the horizon, they were so low it looked like you could reach them on a small set of step ladders. I wondered for a while, what would a cloud feel like if you could reach up to touch one? Yet to the other side of me the sun shone so brilliantly behind the multi-layered patchwork, trying desperately to assert it's strength over them, reminding me momentarily of Aesop's fable of The North Wind and the Sun. As the sun began it's final encore the splashes of pink across the remaining canvass of cloud were spectacular to see, eventually giving way to an almost luminous deep blue, inbetween the clouds and rain showers to greet us home'
View original here, not a perfect version of what I have tried to describe, but it would have been slightly dangerous to stop on the motoway to take a photo, much as I would have loved to capture each change as an image to re-visit time and time again!!
I hope all is well with you where ever you are and that you have avoided the fires and freak weather of the last few weeks. Stay safe!
Oh I love that fable, and it's been too long since I've read it last. But that was nothing to your description, which was both visual as well as full of feeling -- I almost felt like I was there; I definitely wish I had been. And I know what you mean about sighing relief as soon as we take off in the car. It truly is more about the journey and less about the destination, eh?
ReplyDeleteThanks for that. I just wrote the odd sentence or word down whilst travelling and then put it all together later, I am glad it turned out ok :-)
DeleteI agree wholeheartedly that the traveling is as much a part of the trip as the destination itself. As a child we went every year to visit my cousins in Nova Scotia. The journey usually took us to stay overnight at my great aunt's house in Maine on the way to Bar Harbor where we took the six-hour ferry to Yarmouth. Later we were able to take an overnight boat from Portland. One year we flew out of Boston and even though it got us there in a fraction of the time, it wasn't nearly as fun.
ReplyDeleteAs an adult I appreciate that you need to strike a balance between the time it takes to get somewhere and the time you have off from work for a vacation but I still prefer the slow boat to Nantucket to the fast ferry.
Enjoy what's left of your trip!
The slow boat indeed, I love the image of slowly taking the time to enjoy the getting there :-)
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