Northern Loki’s generalized ramblings
Nearly a decade past, my wife and I moved out into the suburbs of Boston. It was time. We both spent years studying and working within the inner Boston beltway. Everything is to schedule, everything is precise. The busy hustle and non-stop drone that emanates from the cityscape slowly becomes part of normalcy. It feigns convenience. Yet, it provides little more than a dull persisting ache on the soul. It was time to slow down. Seek to relax. To re-prioritize. To blur precision with creativity.
Quite, cool morning breeze, darkened star lit skies, the rich smell of the soil, the sound of leaves rustling and trunks creaking from the storm, cardinals shyly visiting the feeder, chipmunks eating the strawberries. This is normalcy. This is the soul.