This Land

I contemplate rest and the feelings of a Sunday afternoon as the sun of a late Autumn day touches my skin.

From my favourite window, I sit at my desk watching the trees on the hill, the movements of an occasional cow, and the birds speaking in a foreign language.

With the accumulation of knowledge, humanity, and the experience of nature, there is a feeling of the “other” ancestors who are not my own.

This land is the land of spirituality and has a connection to many nations, yet she is losing herself to housing, commerce, and people.

I contemplate the passing afternoon with a sense of quiet, think about how I live, and realise I am becoming one of those people.