I walked in the countryside this afternoon near the airport. The jet engines roaring overhead and the twisting air which is left when they have passed is exhilarating, but when that rushing gasping air has settled, the serenity and expansiveness of the view over hills and into the far beyond seems even more striking than before. It leaves you breathless in the soft light of late summer as the air seems to melt into the first days of autumn.
It made me think about space and time and contrasts. This piece is about that most difficult to define emotional response of breathless rapture.
This is very similar to what I wrote today!
ReplyDelete