Between the Waters


By: EarlB, 2:16 AM GMT on March 23, 2007

It has been a long while since my last entry. It is no excuse, but
I've been busy, I've cut a long-ago planned (at least conceptualized)
trail through the woods around the farm. The trail was started
years ago, before the house on the farm was started. It was a way to
get to know a new part of the world.

This past winter, it was necessity that started the second phase, it was
the need to get valuable downed firewood out from the trees and into the woodshed.
The idea that the tractor with the lawnmower deck could be used to maintain
a woodland trail was both obvious and at the same time overlooked.

So now, only a few weeks after inspiration showed me the way, the trail is
nearly complete, with only a twelve foot long bridge remaining to complete
the course. It's only a half mile's worth of trail, from mixed hardwoods to pines,
from oaks to sweet bay, from no start to no finish.

The trail represents the passage of time for me, in the time it took to carve,
in the age of the trees I walk near, in time it takes to travel the few
steps from no start to no finish, in my quiet moments spent on the trail.

It hasn't been the time it has taken to build the trail that has kept me away
from my writing, it was time itself that kept me away. I have been thinking
about time, what it is, IF it is. And like our perception of time, it has
slipped away, slipped away somewhere. But, here I am again, back from my
travelling through time.

I've been looking for my way, on a trail that might eventually lead me home.


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