Say What? Wednesday

I dragged myself from my car. I repeated over and over again the mantra, “Just place one foot in front of the other for a few steps.”

I hoped a touch of nature would cure the bout of blues that inflicted misery on me and the people around me. I hated the dull fog that settled in my mind. I walked, barely lifting each foot to clear the ground. I raised my head.

The wind tingled through the new born leaves on the trees playing with the brilliant sunshine to create a natural lace of young green contrasted with deep shadows. The trunks stood out against a clear baby blue sky not even burdened with the fluffiest of clouds. Air, so clear and clean that birdsong flew around the park faster than the robins that vocalized the tunes, clarified the colors and cleansed the palate. Lily pads shaded bass, pike and perch that hid from herons that skipped across the surface of the pond, dragging their toes through the ripples and disturbing the ducks and geese resting in the water. The scene conjured an impressionist painting perfectly in focus and crisply drawn; the ideal bucolic setting to revive the senses and lift the hammer of depression pounding down on me.

The knots in my neck loosed themselves; the kinks and tangles smoothed out. I immersed myself in the peace of the afternoon until the fingernail screech of the man who whined and cried into his cell phone careened across the lake and slammed into my psyche. He destroyed my feeble grasp on sanity.

Note to self: Invent a bubble head spell that I can aim at people who talk within my hearing. Make the available air in the spherical space limited.


See my Wordless Wednesday picture at Wings Unfolding.