So yesterday, when I was casting about in a funk, determined to not spend another cold day shut inside, I was delighted when Monte suggested a Sunday drive to Fairfield. (It has been too icy for a trailrun in the forest for nearly a month now, and our indoor track run was cut short for preparations for a meet. So we haven't been OUT is a good long while.)
To see the roll of the land again, and the sun, and the soft blue sky did wonders for my mood. I need the land, having spent so much time outdoors the last ten years. I need the sky and the serendipity of doing something off-schedule.
Inside the café on the square in Fairfield, see the violinist's bow? |
We had the good fortune to land in an open café/coffeehouse on the Fairfield downtown square where people were knitting, playing violin, engaged in long conversations, or just passing time.
And I was reminded how easily we get into a routine, how quickly the winter becomes long, how important it is to be mindful of when we need a jolt of something new--a new place, a new adventure, a new view to life. If anything, this Iowa escapade is just that--an exercise to examine the ways the frontier can fit (and maybe are needed) in ordinary life.