There is time for writing,
and time for becoming the man who will write.
Driving through Toronto I marvel at the height of the buildings, and the fact that every time I have made this trip, it has a different view. The buildings just seem to pop up anywhere. Planted in the ground and then sprouted up, reaching to the sky.
Weaving through the traffic in the city and the suburbs, and after we left our girls, my heart is a little heavier. My Hero and Uncle Dios chatter on, about an antique leaf blower, laughter bounces off the windows. If I close my eyes, it is just like those times and our leaving an auction. Thoughts of the upcoming winter, and all the changes that lie ahead race, much like the cars buzzing by the window.
My mind wanders as the beautiful tall buildings that line the highway whiz by, where trees are dwarfed and all but invisible. With a new grandchild on the way, who will be known as the “City Kid” and knowing her world will always be so very different than mine. A great need to understand her world fills my world with questions. Childhood worlds, that will be very different than her mother and her aunt, have me wonder about what will come.
Growing up in a world that I honestly only know bits and pieces about, but do love visiting for many reasons.
While I walked in the city, I could not help myself but dream about her hand in mine and the walk down the street, sharing her world. A woman walked by on the sidewalk and on passing we both spoke “Hello” at the same time, smiling. Things may not be that different. Here, they say hello, back in the country they would wave as they drove by each other. There’s the library full of books, where she can and will no doubt spend hours and hours travelling the world without leaving her chair, I smile. A world of books only a short walk away, as compared to the drive that was regularly made by her Mom, Aunt and I.
There are the buses that stop every fifteen minutes, ready to take her and her Mom to a downtown that is full of so much. Thoughts of all the art, music, culture and great mystery, only a short ride away, I smile. Trees line the street where the leaves of many colours cover the sidewalk, not very different from the lane running back to the bush on the farm. She will still be able to pick them up, take them home for art projects. Just like our girls did long ago.
There are so many advantages to living in the city. The schools are only a short walk away, not a long bus drive away. Friends, will be a walk away, not a drive away. She will have everything at her fingertips.
The laughter coming from the front of the truck has me smile. The welcome home sign out the window with the trees of colour line the gravel road. This is home and I smile.
There is so much to see, in both the country and the city. This little girl is going to be able to have the best of both worlds and make those worlds her own. After spending times on the farm she will be going back to her “City” school. When they ask to write a story, “What did you do on your summer vacation?” I smile thinking of just what she could write.
I do know that the more life you experience, and the different worlds you experience always keep your imagination racing. There is going to be a lot of storytelling going on. I have no doubt of that. She is going to be a very lucky girl with two very different worlds full of wonder and mystery. Honestly, it sounds like a storytellers dream.