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yuuagoI've felt very in-tune as of late. Half the time I don't feel much of anything, but when the world is bursting with greenery, lush with life, it's easy to feel something.
It's not quite what I need, though. I miss my land and its gods. I miss the breeze rustling the branches of the poplars, the spruce trees reaching up to the sky, the birds calling in the jack pines. Ah, the soft white catkins on the willows, the raspberry plants lining the trails, the hundreds and hundreds of rose bushes dropping delicate pink petals when the wind blows. Stepping deep into the woods, walking down down down until you came to the clearing, and the stream running through it, and just sitting there, enjoying the hush, the whispering of the forest.
It wasn't so bad in Nova Scotia. It's a far different place, but even so, I had trees, and I had forest. I could go out, and they wouldn't be my trees or my forest or my stream, but it was still the same sort of thing. Yes, it was maples, but still....
But here, it's not. Stuck in this big city, I don't know... it feels so strange not having the valley rising up around me. No forest. No trees. There is a river back home, but I wasn't connected to it; too far away. But here... Ah. It's really the only natural thing here. Well, I suppose I'll have to go there, get familiar with it. The colours, the wind and the sky aren't enough.
Ahhh, I miss my home, though. Not, you know, the city and so on. Just the land. I miss the land.
It's not quite what I need, though. I miss my land and its gods. I miss the breeze rustling the branches of the poplars, the spruce trees reaching up to the sky, the birds calling in the jack pines. Ah, the soft white catkins on the willows, the raspberry plants lining the trails, the hundreds and hundreds of rose bushes dropping delicate pink petals when the wind blows. Stepping deep into the woods, walking down down down until you came to the clearing, and the stream running through it, and just sitting there, enjoying the hush, the whispering of the forest.
It wasn't so bad in Nova Scotia. It's a far different place, but even so, I had trees, and I had forest. I could go out, and they wouldn't be my trees or my forest or my stream, but it was still the same sort of thing. Yes, it was maples, but still....
But here, it's not. Stuck in this big city, I don't know... it feels so strange not having the valley rising up around me. No forest. No trees. There is a river back home, but I wasn't connected to it; too far away. But here... Ah. It's really the only natural thing here. Well, I suppose I'll have to go there, get familiar with it. The colours, the wind and the sky aren't enough.
Ahhh, I miss my home, though. Not, you know, the city and so on. Just the land. I miss the land.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2009-06-05 03:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-05 06:49 am (UTC)Homesickness... is one of the worst feeling I can think of, but at least it isn't that bad all the time. And it's not like you're going to stay forever. Just try to focus on what you like about Saskatoon or something, it usually helps.
Hear my fail words of comfort, and feel better. I demand you!...Doing things. Are overrated, people need to be lazy once in a while.