Natural

I dreamed I was reading a book this morning.  It was so touching that I found myself weeping at the beauty of it.  Then the words became blurry and indistinct.  I could see the shape, they looked like a poem, but I never could make them out.

I realized I was moving away and struggled to memorize as much as I could of the shapes of the words and their placement since I couldn't actually see them.  Of course what was really happening was that I was waking up!

I didn't want to lose this, but the harder I struggled to stay, the more I lost sight of the book.  I do remember the picture above the words.  It was a small square picture looking down on the skyscrapers and buildings of a city with a bright blue sky for a background, a picture that surprised me when I realized how much it drew me in.

I think of myself as a country girl, a woman who loves trees and water and green spaces far from the bustling crowd, but I wonder if that isn't just what I thought I was supposed to want, as a child of the sixties?   Or perhaps it was something I chose because I had little experience with nature beyond city parks growing up?  Or perhaps it IS what I want, but not out in the remote woods and fields?

There are beautiful trees and watery spaces deep in the hearts of cities everywhere and anonymity of each being in a large population far exceeds that of a small town or rural area where everyone knows everyone else.

Add to that my fascination for houses and other buildings and it seems likely that I am much more a city girl than country.

Truly my idea of roughing it is to sit on a screened in porch during the buggy seasons!  So perhaps the poem was about the beauty of natural cities!