Alone again at Round Valley, I could have been a thousand miles from civilization, hadn't I the notion lurking in the background of my mind about the reservoir's nature as an impoundment. But wonderful nature this is and I felt no subtraction at all. Surface calm like a sheet of ice, my steel weight penetrated surface tension with a simple plunk, dropped 20 feet or so by the inevitability of physical law, and I set the rod between stone upright to attend to photos and writing while I waited.
After taking photos, I turned and breathed as though the intake of my chest had a subtle equivalence to the distance of those hills, feeling the space between to be a presence.
An easy deep breath with that catch in the end to know full expansion.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how you found this one, Catherine. Perhaps you searched under one of the labels? 2012 was a wonderful year. I tried writing about Round Valley in ways that usually proved not to work, although this piece evokes experience well.
DeleteI was in the throughs of trying to organize my gmail and discovered a section containing this entry. I can't for the life of me retrace that path! There you go, it's all an accident!
ReplyDeleteYou've given me incentive to go into drafts and edit the pieces that didn't work. Not right this minute, but I've done so many posts I'm confident I can make some of those I took out work. All the posts are in the dated archive.
DeleteAlmost like reading it for the first time. Felt more moved this time.
ReplyDeleteI was too when I read it today.
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