He does have a habit of asking peculiar questions, mostly out of the blue. I wasn't sure which bit of future he was talking about, so I just said, "Um, not really."
There is change in the air though. I thought about it on the way back from lunch. September has arrived, and with it, the long morning shadows, the cloud-scattered, bright blue skies, and the autumnal breeze.
A long time ago, September brought a kind of yearning with it. I'd have dreams that I was still at university, with one final year to go. I'd imagine myself packing all my things into a mini metro and bolting down the motorway to Bath, where everything was different and simpler.
I don't have those dreams anymore. At least I haven't had them for a while. I do sense change though, and this year it's stronger than it has been. There is a kind of yearning, still there, bubbling away in me.
It's a yearning for the unknown, I think - for an adventure that's bigger than me and bigger than all I can imagine. It's mountains and waterfalls and rocky paths and silent meadows. It's people I'm yet to meet, places I haven't thought about and feelings I haven't considered.
A while ago, someone described me as 'settled' and I couldn't argue with the facts. In a sense, I am - job, house, life... but in other ways, I'm clearly not - this inner pang won't allow it.
What any of this means, I don't know. I'm a Settler remember, rather than a Pioneer. But there is an unchainable desire for adventure in me, and I don't think I can ignore it.
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