Notes to Stephanie: Days Remembered

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Another View Of Forever

One day not so long ago I went to Bonds Ranch Road to see the View Of Forever.  It was a very sunny but cold day with a little wind from the north.  I got there about 2:30 in the afternoon.  There were a few streams of high clouds coming out of the southwest.  A perfect day to gaze into the distance since the air was so clear.

 I sat there thinking about stuff and once again noticed just how much you can see from up there.  In the distance some ten miles away I could see Loop 820 turn to the southwest towards White Settlement, the sun was reflecting off of the cars and trucks and could be seen even that far away. In a way one could imagine oneself as an omnipotent god looking down from afar at the many mere mortals going about their journeys to someplace. In fact when you are on that stretch of 820 you can see the hill of Bonds Ranch Road from there, including the pockets of homes near its top.

 Somewhat closer to me you could see the water tower at Lake Worth that is not so far from your house sticking over one of the hills to the south.  And downtown could be seen too in that general direction, the skyscrapers pointing to heaven above the streets there.

 And closest of all was Lake Country Estates which was your favorite place to go to when you were looking at real estate.   From my vantage point you could see some of the places we had driven through or by.  You could see the strip center where we once bought some beer and of course areas of houses such as the ones along the road on the ridge overlooking the rolling terrain to the north, including Bonds Ranch Road. And just like the view of 820 you could see the sun reflecting off of the cars going north and south on Boat Club Road.

 This day was like one that we had spent together there I remembered as I listened to the pretty but melancholy song that was the theme from the movie Gran Torino.  On that sunny day nearly three years ago we had sat on the top of the hill, looking at the View Of Forever and saw those same things together: the glint of faraway cars and the shapes of houses all framed by the sky, the clouds, and the bright light of the sun on a cold day.  We sat there marveling at the sight and talked about our life and what was going on in it at the time. Together we were at a place that seemed so far from the things that were weighing on us at that the time. A place surrounded by beauty and the endless sky that arched above us. We had a brief moment of peace and contentment together on a pretty day.

 And then I came back to the present as the song was still going on the Camry’s player.  I gazed back to Lop 820; the glints of reflected sunlight seemed to flicker to the rhythm of the ghostly piano rifts of the song.  And then it was still.  Only the wind was heard, there were no cars going down the road, and for a moment there were no flashes of lights from the distant cars. Time had stopped it seemed and all was well even though you were not there with me now.

 But that fine moment also ended like all such times do.  That time and place tells us many things about life I think.  Life can be swirling around us, some things are close to us and some are not. Events come and go at random, their frequency and severity ebbing and flowing ever constantly. 

And then briefly it all stops, life is frozen around us and all is quiet for a while.  The calm is all too brief as the cycle once more begins and the flickers of experience once more appear in the distance from our life and also not so far away in places that are familiar and close.  All set within the frame of time’s window, that View Of Forever I hold so dear, that I see alone now from upon a quiet, empty hilltop on a cold and pretty day.

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