Tuesday, February 2, 2010

racing home

the end
of a working day
constitutes a race of sorts.

strange that.
i don't like to hurry much of anything.

but getting home
is something i hurry along.

it's where so much
of what
i value
waits.


racing home
through the chilled hollowness
of a february afternoon.

deep aqua skies
settle on snow-blown hills


slender-fingered trees
draw the last rays
of warmth
and light
into themselves.

20 comments:

Dan Gurney said...

"Racing and hunting madden the mind."

--Lao Tzu


"Hurrying does violence to time."

--The Dalai Lama

I guess it's possible to hurry mindfully, but when I find myself hurrying, I usually try to slow down bearing in mind what those two guys up there have to say about hurrying.

ellen abbott said...

Racing home to warmth and family is good when you've been away all day.

Jenny Stevning said...

Ahhhhh, home...heavenly...! :)

Titus said...

Love the sense of motion in the shots, steven.

Pauline said...

perfectly caught mood in both words and photos!

steven said...

hi dan - matters of the heart compel me to move quickly sometimes. thanks for the good words. steven

steven said...

hi ellen - my "race" involves me on my feet or on my bike so my idea of "racing" might be foreign to most. but i still move quickly!!! steven

steven said...

jenny stevning - it's my sanctuary! steven

steven said...

hi titus - i don't move wuite as fast as those pictures might suggest. but i do like to get there in whatever constitutes a hurry! steven

steven said...

thankyou pauline. steven

Golden West said...

Good to see some greenery there - the way time is flying by, Spring will be upon us in no time! And yes, there's no place like home!

Reya Mellicker said...

So THAT's why they call it "rush hour." Having no one to rush home to, not even a dog anymore, I am more leisurely after work. I wonder if this is actually a blessing, after reading your beautiful words.

steven said...

hi golden west - green? well it's ever so carefully tucked away - you have to squint or look really closely at the trunks of the trees. moss and lichens are survivors. barry down in toronto says there's a slight hint of green on lawns. have a lovely warm westcoast day! steven

steven said...

hello reya - there are days - not many mind you - but there are days when an empty house would be nice to come home to because i have nothing left to give. but happily those days are few are far between. happily also that sense of myself changes when i get in the door!!! thanks for the nice comment and thanks also for the mention in your posting today!!! steven

willow said...

Beautiful speedy path to home!

The Weaver of Grass said...

Lovely words and pictures as ever steven - what river is that in your header - it reminds me so much of a view I once had of the St John River.

steven said...

hi willow - some nights my head is bowed to the ground as i wrestle my way through wind, rain, snow, whatever blows my way so the notion of beauty is lost. most nights i keep my eyes wide open for the tell-tale signs of something unusual or beautiful. steven

steven said...

hello weaver, it's actually farmer's fields catching the colours of the sunset. steven

Linda Sue said...

I love the feeling of the blur- speeding up a bit to get home- like the shot from when you were off to your mother's for a visit...Those are butterfly in the tummy shots- expectation and arrival...

steven said...

linda sue - you so get this don't you! i'm glad you follow this blog. steven