Woke up this morning with a very bad headache, so I took a walk to the Vassar farm with the hope that fresh air would banish it. (It did.) I had never been to the farm before; it was vast and grayish and spindly, as November usually tends to be.

At first I listened to music, but that began to feel like sensory overload. There was something calm and simple about the sight of so many bare trees,

and the crunch of gravel under clogs. 

At one point I heard a rustling behind me and thought someone else was there, but it was only a leaf, following along.

Mostly the walk affirmed to me how much I like to be alone; it is never really a lonely feeling. This might change as I get older, but probably not.


Ale said...

can you take a farming class at vassar?

love the photos!


Chloe said...

i'm not sure, but i would be down. yeah it was so nice out, one good thing about the east coast!