Home For A Rest

I'm feeling very serene and peaceful today for the first time in weeks. I'm home in the country for a visit with my family and there's something about the sound of the wind rushing through the trees that makes me happy and calm. 

This is what home looks like.

This is what home looks like.

This morning we went for a long walk, past the old fort from the War of 1812, along the river, and down past all the little historic cottages that have been here for two hundred years. I felt like I was seeing it all for the first time, even though all these sights have always been as familiar to me as the back of my hand. 

I lived in this town for eighteen years and now that I come back as a visitor I feel like I see it with new eyes. I notice the details I used to take for granted and I think I appreciate them more. But it's very strange to be taken by surprise in a place you thought you knew so very well. 

As much as I love my life in Toronto, I sometimes wish there were more peaceful and quiet places to go. Even our city's beautiful parks are full and bustling in the summer with people playing frisbee, practicing the guitar, and running around with their dogs. 

But until they perfect the art of teleportation, I'll just have to make the bus trip home more often so I can get my fill of fresh air and peaceful feelings.