Over the weekend I was up at Storm King Art Center, about 50 miles north of the city, in the Hudson River Valley. It is a 500 plus acre outdoor exhibit space with sculpture that simply looks like they were dropped from the skies above. It is peaceful and magnificent.
After a late morning hike and lunch, the plan was to rent bikes, go on a docent-led tour, and I also wanted to do some writing. Instead we sat by a giant tree, that felt like it had been around for a long time. I opened my book and promptly fell asleep.
This was my view for a couple hours after that, watching a breeze stir grass and butterflies fly around. Leaning against a giant tree that began as a small acorn, but grew slowly. Feeling the energy of Storm King Mountain in the background, a permanent sign of a glacier's path thousands of years before.
After a late morning hike and lunch, the plan was to rent bikes, go on a docent-led tour, and I also wanted to do some writing. Instead we sat by a giant tree, that felt like it had been around for a long time. I opened my book and promptly fell asleep.
This was my view for a couple hours after that, watching a breeze stir grass and butterflies fly around. Leaning against a giant tree that began as a small acorn, but grew slowly. Feeling the energy of Storm King Mountain in the background, a permanent sign of a glacier's path thousands of years before. Nature's sweet reminder that things take time.
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