Clouds scurry over Cardigan

Written by Elaina R. Bergamini

Wednesday, 03 November 2004

Clouds scurry over Cardigan’s peak. As I listen to the wind howling through the trees, spawning vortices of leaves around the house, I wish for my mind to slow. I wish to be in the moment. Today, I write in pencil. No frenzied clicking of keys, no stream of expletives as my fingers stumble over each other. Today, my mind must slow to the careful, methodic pace of my pencil scratching on this paper. The sun rises through the trees, painting animated swatches of light on the walls. A few trees have not yet lost their leaves and these glitter in the sun as the wind loosens their grip on the cold branches. Today, I write in pencil. I wonder who sits on that lonely post atop Cardigan- the only sign of humanity visible from my mountain retreat- a mere speck in my view. I hope that person can write in pencil. The mountains offer the opportunity for me to focus- a static landscape with only transient moments of animation. Here, there are no politics, no to-do lists, no traffic jams, no cell phone service, no sirens. In this fleeting moment of solitude, before I return to that life which makes this possible, I am at peace.

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