As I sit in Lydia’s living room on Sunday evening, it’s most of the way through “Maarkedal: Day Three”.  So time has stretched beyond my willingness to write.  Oh well.

Today’s visit to Brussels will show up in words tomorrow.

Let’s return to yesterday …

It was a quiet day, with moments that remain with me:

1.  Lydia and I went for a walk on some back roads, quiet and rolling.  Many cyclists – young, old and in between – came our way.  We greeted each one and clapped for their uphill efforts.  Almost all of them smiled in return, despite the aching legs.  That was lovely.

2.  Lydia’s beloved Luc had a delivery to make on a farm and we piled into a car for the journey.  As Luc talked to the farmer, I made a new friend.  Our lingering eye contact was a blessing.

3.  Back at Lydia’s home, my favourite chair in the living room beckoned.  Newly purchased flowers graced a vase.  I can’t remember what type they are, but that knowledge pales before the beauty that soon will be revealed.

A random thought came: Do something to speed up the arrival of the blossoms.  Truly dumb.  Like helping a butterfly escape its cocoon, leaving it too weak to fly.

No.

4.  The land flows beyond the window.  Apple blossoms, the pond and a horse far away.  But what entranced me was the moving beauty of the treetops on the horizon.  A dance.

5.  I’ll finish with a Bruce idiosyncrasy.  In the middle of this picture, you can see a little grey strip.  That’s a road.  I loving staring at it until a car comes by.  Sometimes it takes a minute or two.  But I just keep looking until it happens.  Silly me.

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Moments

Seemingly unconnected

But I wonder …