Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Dream?

Dreams full oft are found of real events forms and shadows.
                                Joanna Baillie


I lie here snuggled in my warm bed I glance over to the red numbers on the clock, 6:30 I have slept in. The window in the room is open just a crack to let some fresh air in but not so much as to let the cold frigid air in. I turn over and just lie there, sometimes I find it hard to start my day lately; the cold does that, so I linger. The long lonesome sound of a train whistle slips through the window stirring my memories and my dreams. I think of my train to Vancouver trip and I want to be standing at the train station with my back pack and waiting to board that train. Back to reality. I drag my butt out of bed.

I immediately head to the big window in the kitchen and look out. I see mountains, maybe I am still snuggled in my warm bed, and not standing in this cool kitchen. Maybe I am still dreaming, oh this is nice. I reach to the table and grab my camera; yes it is always within my reach even in my dreams. I open the window, a burst of frigid air rushes in, just as I suspected not a dream not a mountain.

I look at the sliver of a moon with the star above, the storm front clouds below creating a mountain in my eyes. I snap and I snap, I have no idea how they will turn out I just want to preserve this moment. This moment that was meant just for me. I close the window shivering. 

Sleeping in is sometimes the thing to do. I would have maybe missed this brief moment by sitting at the computer and not looking out the window, that rarely happens I tend to always stare out the window, but I may have been downstairs putting wood in the stove to take the chill out of the air or I may have been getting on my dirty old coveralls to go outside and check the cows. 

Yes this was truly my single moment to capture; I have no doubt about that.


I make some coffee and sit facing the horizon waiting to see if the sun will come up and push the mountain away. Just as I suspected the sun makes it journey from its slumber and the mountains part to let it emerge. I am so happy my mountain was not a dream.

I open the window again and listen to another train whistle. Train whistles one after another floating through the air just for me. Oh the memories and dreams this stirs. I am happy this moment was not a dream.


Now, to those dirty old coveralls and my girls waiting to be fed.

Later.

27 comments:

  1. You have a wonderful gift of imagination, Buttons. Thank you for sharing.

    FYI: I love the sound of train whistles too. Like magic they can carry me away. :))

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  2. Once in a while you can hear a train whistle from our house too - I do enjoy them. Glad you got to sleep in!

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  3. Miss B,
    Sometimes the simple beauty of nature and the promise of a new day are enough.

    11 babies already! Glad to hear your weather is good and the cattle are healthy.

    Sounds like you are busy.

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  4. When the air quality is just so, we can sometimes hear the train whistle..such a lonely sound.

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  5. That first photo is just gorgeous!!

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  6. How I wish I could be there to listen to the train and just look out that gorgeous big window.

    Love You, BA

    Love the birthday card, thank you.

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  7. i love the sound of a train whistle. i can hear one from my house too....it is hard to drag yourself out of bed when it is cold but that view was worth it!

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  8. I can see why you thought it looked like a mountain. Especially love the shots in the dark.

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  9. There is a train track behind the cemetery so I hear the train whistles off and on all during the day.

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  10. This post is a nice mix of wistfulness and pragmatism. Reality has a way of intruding on our dreams, doesn't it?
    I've had several of those "just for me" moments when I didn't have a camera handy. Guess they will have to live in my memory.

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  11. What a gorgeous view, Buttons. I'd be torn between snuggling in that warm bed on a cold morning and seeing that glory out the windows. Train whistles are romantic somehow, aren't they?

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  12. Lovely early morning photos! I spent some time in BC, it's beautiful.

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  13. Beautiful post and photos ! I love the sound of a train whistle in the distance as it echos through the cold air. I to do a lot of looking out my window in the mornings watching the birds and the sun rise , it is one of my favorite times of the day then I see something and off I go camera in hand and in my PJ'S lol. Have a wonderful day !

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  14. sweet (and chilly!)

    this morning i tried to hunker down under the covers while 4 dogs bounced around, squabbled over toys, pranced, flirted, chewed on bones. finally just gave up and got up. :)

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  15. Wow, such beautiful photos! I get up before the sun each morning and I love to see it come up from my bedroom window. Then it's out to take care of the chickens :) They don't like to sleep in so I never can!

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  16. Sleeping in is good for the soul sometimes. The photos are beautiful.

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  17. Man i hate it when i see an alarm clock and registers anything before 7 o clock. That usual mean work time. Fortunately i have no trains close to me.

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  18. this post reminded me of a song I had not heard or thought of in ages..that song is: I'M SO LONESOME I COULD CRY (1949) by Hank Williams...~~HUGS~~

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  19. Beautiful photo of your early morning rising! Love that Crescent moon with the star! We do miss a lot if we don't pay attention to the wonders around us. Glad you took the time to share your lovely morning, even the dirty old coveralls. Can't keep those girls waiting! xx

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  20. It's the simple things b! And the sound of a train whistle, so soothing!

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  21. Thanks for sharing those special moments with us! We hear the trains here too. :)

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  22. oh Buttons you brought me this beautiful sun rise and it is like magic...

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  23. The girls could wait for just a few minutes for you to capture the magic of morning and sharing with us!

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  24. Great photos and even better description. Oh how nice it would be to sit with you for a morning looking out your window with a cup of hot coffee.

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  25. I saw that star and same moon one time just at the right moment. I had just recently purchased and was wearing my new star/moon ring. I had always thought the moment meant something special. I hope your moment was special.

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