Ease

I left the parking lot of the grocery store and wound down the twisted lanes. Hedgerows narrowing the road, restricting the view around each bend. A few minutes after embarking on my homeward journey the trees formed a tunnel over the road. The rain stopped, the light dimmed, the trees embraced me in my little car. Then air, release, rain. This transitioning from light to dark, from trees to hedges, from bends to straight-aways, was making my heart sing. The last turn has views over the patchwork rolling hills. White sheep against green. Smoke rises from the houses. I round one more sharp bend and enter the property. I pass the big red tractor, the office buildings, the work shop. Pulling into my space, two men wave at me. The old one fixed my window the day before. His hands were black with his chores from the day. He won’ t look me in the eye. I am just as shy of him, truth be told. But I like him. I loaded my groceries into my car and called my man. I am happy to be here.