Marysville near Steavensons Falls 2017

Going back to Heartland, bountiful shades of green pervaded our field of vision.
Vibrant and varied – it was a magnificence of emerald, lime, bottle and olive.
There was a moderate feel to the atmosphere, cocooning us in temperate buoyancy.
The endless ocean was a deep calming presence, strewn with opaque blue-green shadows and flashes of aquamarine.
It danced as though tantalised by the warm sun.
A faint hint of salt was in the air.
Though very mild, it induced a certain moistness and cloying closeness.
There was comfort in the rising swell of the sea, the ebb and flow of the tide.
Like a calm giant heart sluicing blood through its arteries, it was regular and reliable.
An occasional gentle breeze drifted through.
It smelt sweet and mild like rosewater
and sometimes gathered an aromatic tendency.
We wanted to gulp it down as if this act would infuse us with its goodness.
With the stirring of the breeze, leaves floated playfully, frolicking high then twirling earthward slow and low.
A pulsating deep hum emanated throughout the countryside.
It was almost a vibration but with a discernible beat which saturated out being, bewitching and transfixing us into a state of rapture.
And as the hum of the universe reverberated, a cacophony of song emanated from cicadas, crickets and birds.
It rose and fell in accordance with our respiration, with the rhythm of the ocean and with the breathing of the land.
Before long we were transported into an idyllic state of reverie.
Pure joyous delight.
This was our universe. This was natural law. This was Heartland.

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image