The Same Stretch of Lane

Last week, walking down a local lane, I was completely entranced by the abundance of berries still clinging to the rowan trees. Glowing like Christmas baubles in the sun.

Walking that same stretch of lane the following morning, I didn’t even notice the berries. Instead, my attention was held rapt by myriad cobwebs, heavy with mist and dew, stretched thickly from stem to stem along the banking.

A few days later and it was the golden leaves of the beeches that called to me, arched across the lane above my head, singing against the deep, deepest blue of the autumn sky.

Reaching the same stretch of lane this morning, I was greeted by a herd of brown cows, ambling across the field to dangle their heads over the wall with curiosity.

And tonight, I stood on that same old lane, transfixed by a billowing, luminescent sunset.

The same stretch of lane is never the same.

Comments

[jacqueline]

It's amazing how a same old lane could bring so many different views and experience. This is really inspirational and i always use the same road to commute to work and i wonder if it will give me the same experience as your lane. :) Have a lovely merry happy day and love to you!