Over me soared the eternal sky.
Full of light and deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird;–
Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
It was like that.
I walked down the steps to a bowl of sunflower fields wrapped by the misty Yamanashi mountains. The smiley face they planted in red sunflowers added a touch of playfulness, though leaving it alone would have been just fine. A field of sunflowers wrapped by misty mountains doesn’t need any decoration. Visitors bounced black sun umbrellas through the rows of flowers while I sat and watched and felt like reading Emerson. And this summer I’ll go back to sit and watch and feel like reading Emerson again. Maybe I might even bring Emerson, if I remember.
There wasn’t much to do there, nothing besides lazy around and look at sunflowers, but you weren’t supposed to do anything besides sit and look, and maybe a bit of wandering. And that’s exactly what I did.
All that meaningful idleness certainly leaves you feeling good. You don’t think about how your air conditioner started spitting water yesterday. You don’t think about your psychotic neighbor who doesn’t understand why you can’t appreciate the music he plays for you every night. You don’t think of the old lady with the pet rooster who’s your alarm clock every morning.
You don’t think of that. Because when you’re there you’re there, not somewhere else. And when you’re there, that’s exactly where you want to be.
Question of the Day: What’s your favorite place in the world?