Close your eyes and imagine it with me? Wait – don’t close your eye because you won’t be able to read this. Okay, just picture it.
Sometimes, especially in the autumn, I like to go outside alone and find a place where it is absolutely quiet. I close my eyes and let my senses wander.
I feel the sun on my skin.
I smell the leaves that have fallen to the ground.
I can hear the air moving.
This movement is different to me than wind. It is just the circulation of the atmosphere and it becomes like a soothing melody. You want to sway with it, as if to its melodic tones. It wraps itself around you. The longer you close your eyes, the farther you drift away – and it becomes nearly difficult to pull yourself back. Your body must tear your eyelids apart allowing the bright sunshine to force its way into your retinas.
Back in my office, I try to surrender to the inescapable isolation my desk in midtown Manhattan has to offer. Try as I may I can never find solitude in air screaming out of the vents and the fluorescent lights.
I’ll always choose writing in a notebook in the grass over typing on my laptop and my manicure never seems to last for more than one day. Simply put — though I do love stilettos I will never be a city girl.
