Dear Leo,
I love beginnings. If I were in charge to change of calendars, every day would be January 1.
And what better way to celebrate this New Year's Day than to begin writting a letter to my one (and future?) boyfriend.
I found something today. Something special.
The thing is, it's been right in front of me ever since we moved here last year, but today is the first time I really saw it. It's a field. A plain okd vacant field. No house in view except a little white stucco bungalow off to the right. It's a mile out of town a one-minute bike ride from my house. It's on a hill - the flat top of a hill shaped like an upside-down frying pan. It used to be a pick-your-own-strawberries patch, but now it grows only weeds and rocks. The field is on the other side of Route 113, which is where my street (Rapps Dam Road) dead-ends. I've biked past his field a hundred times, but for some reason today I stopped. I looked at it.
I parked my bike and walked onto it. The winter weeds were scraggly and muttered down, like my hair in the morning.
The frozen ground was cloddy and rock-hard. The sky was grey. I walked to the center and just stood there.
How can i explain it? Alone on the top of that hill, in the middle of that 'empty' field (Ha!-write this down, Leo: nothing is empty).
I felt as if the universe radiated from me, as if I were standing on the X that maked the center of the centre of the camos. Until then i had done my daily meditationin many different places and around town, but never here. Now I did. I sat down. I barely noticed the cold ground. I held my hands on my thighs, palms up to the world. I closed my eyes and dissolved out of myself. I now call it washing my mind. The next thing I noticed was a golden tinge beyond my eyelids. I opened my eyes. The sun was seeping through the clouds. It was setting over the treetops in the west. I closed my eyes again and let the gold wash over me. Night was coming on when I got up. As I headed for my bike, I knew I had found an enchanted place.
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