As an aspiring author, I always try to exist in the moment. To quiet my thoughts, and take in my surroundings. When I'm able to do so, I often sense and hear things that otherwise would have escaped me.
Such proved the case during our adventure at Seven Sisters. We came across a herd in a meadow, and to our surprise, the cows seemed as interested in us as we were in them. We enjoyed spending a few minutes of our day with them, and getting a sense of what they wished to communicate to us.
|"Excuse me, I'm afraid I've lost my hair brush. |
Can I borrow yours?"
|"Agnes, look at the nice man with the camera.|
Go on, he won't hurt you.
Show him your smile."
|"I don't suppose you brought a Snickerdoodle along with you?|
Or a custard tart?
While I prefer homemade,
I also like the packaged treats they sell as Morrison's."
|"Okay, go on, say it. I'm used to it. I know I'm brown. |
I just wish I knew what the 'How now' part means."
What can I say? I'm not sure why they really spoke to us, but I'm glad they did.