This is the hill at the end of our lane, or it might be at the end of our world, who knows?
It’s one of those places - you find them everywhere, they’re not particularly breathtaking, there’s nothing special going on, but when you see them you know that you just have to keep on looking, you can't help yourself.
Maybe it’s the light, or the space, or the way the wind moves over the surface. Maybe it’s the emptiness, the noise of the breeze as it moves through the grass, the fear of the climb, the shame of the tumble. Perhaps it's all of these, or maybe it’s something locked within ourselves that connects with the place and holds us there, captivated and imprisoned.
I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t pass the hill at the end of our lane, or the end of our world, without looking long and hard, as if I’m expecting to see something new, something wonderful, something that will make me understand whatever it is I need to understand.
Just an empty hill – some grass, some sky, some gravity. One of those places; you find them everywhere, one of those places where some day something will happen.
I know a place or two like that, places where you could spend all day just looking.
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I've always believed that the journey is more interesting, than the destination...maybe you're not supposed to go over that hill :-)
If I could climb above the clouds I would Rick, and I think you might be right Jamie I don't think I want to go into that field and climb over that hill, something will happen there one day - I just don't know what.
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