One of the real places behind the ‘scene’, or an EXPOSURE TEASER…
“On to the village,” I say, rinsing my cup and wiping my hands dry with the tea towel. Twirling on my toes all the way to the living room, I accidentally knock over the pile of books sitting by the coffee table, my current reading selection toppling all over. “Oops, sorry,” I apologize to the books as I gather them back, the unique smell of old paper and ink wafting up to my nostrils. I inhale the distinctive fragrance, lovingly trailing my fingertips over their spines. So many books in here so little time, I can’t help but smile. “I’ll be back soon and we’ll spend the rest of the day together. How’s that?” I playfully ask them. “A cup of tea and a good book.” No two ways about it, they’re my idea of a hot date. I sigh happily, stacking the dozen or so classics one on top of the other, old friends like Jane Eyre, and new ones like The Catcher in the Rye.
Then I unplug my laptop left charging all night, and on a whim roll up the cord and stash it in my backpack. Who’s to say I won’t brave the café and conquer ordering out loud something else besides firewood today?
I set out at a brisk pace with a new spring in my step, energized by the prospect of widening my horizons even if only from behind a cup of coffee or the lens of a camera.
The lake cottage sits at the end of a private lane more than half a kilometer away from the main road, le Chemin de la Rivière, the linear park intersects. I love the tranquility this place exudes, nestled deep into the forest. Here, I don’t feel as acutely the relentless silence cocooning me from the outside, within. Not in the oppressive way I felt while in Montréal, leaving me dependent on others. Losing one of my main sensory perceptions used to leave my nerves in a constant state of high alertness, keeping me off-balance, and it’s nice to be able to relax my guard from time to time, and go with the flow, carefree.
However, being so far out in the woods is also the reason why the local cable company is unable to supply my rented cottage with high-speed internet. Not unless the owners are ready to foot the bill for the heavy infrastructure required to bring cable up. And the signal for a satellite dish is close to nil at best, according to them, the small lake surrounded from all sides by woodsy mountains and granite cliffs.
I don’t really mind, but I can’t say the same for P.O. That guy almost had a stroke upon learning from the tech guy online that there was no internet connection to be had where I lived.
P.O. … Now there’s an enigma.
I’ll miss him once I’m all caught up, I’m sure. Strange as it seems, it’s as though I’ve known him all my life and I’ve come to enjoy our daily online chats. Not that I’ve ever known a total geek before, but I kind of like his quirkiness and sharp wit. With no expectations whatsoever, this anonymity lying between us lets me be me and it makes me feel . . . whole again. And that’s addictive. Even his grumbles are endearing when he complains about yet again having to cut short one of our sessions as they can only last until all of Harry’s battery power depletes and he shuts down.
Harry is high maintenance and power hungry, I wrote to P.O. during our last session, following the first time it happened less than an hour into it, shrugging it off as, a male thing come to think of it.
Unimpressive, was his reply.
You almost earned a no comment from the peanut gallery with that one. Almost. But not quite. At the most, you get a free pass (just this once, mind you) for your ‘male thing’ comment, but that’s all. Let’s not confuse high maintenance with high tech, here, a marvel of computer engineering! Furthermore, may I point out that poor Harry is the antithesis of power hungry. Give him a break. He burns off energy trying to keep up with your demands while you leave him unplugged and unstable.
Ha! Good one. My demands? More like your (32 bits) bus loads of commands. C:\\ how well I learned? Aren’t you proud?!
No comment from the peanut gallery. Well, other than this. FATAL SYSTEM ERROR: Press F13 to continue… Did I create a monster??!!
A cookie one I hope?
I did create a monster! (Awesome.)
I grin, remembering P.O. volunteering right after to pay for the cost of cable installation up at the cottage. I wouldn’t mind paying for it, either, if only to thank my kindly landlords for renting me this slice of paradise. But the owners, a couple of university professors away on a sabbatical in Europe for a year, use it as a retreat from the hustle and bustle of modern-day life. No TV. No internet.
Felicity in the form of a loft upstairs under the eaves, filled with books and some more books. A secret reading nook only accessible by ladder. I can so relate to that. One of my very own definitions of a personal haven and, quite frankly, one pretty cool taste of Heaven for now. So, I’m not about to interfere with it by leaving a permanent mark behind me. Besides, limited access to WiFi connections down in the village more than does it for me.
Book nerd, one. Computer nerd, zero. Take that, P.O.
Upon reaching the end of the private lane, I look left, then right, and look again one last time before crossing le Chemin de la Rivière. From there, my hike down Le P’tit Train du Nord linear trail all the way to the village takes me a solid hour. I love every minute of it, though, as I don’t have to worry about cars running me over if I get distracted by the breathtaking scenery unfolding at every turn. The path follows la Rivière du Nord flowing through the valley and it’s easy to get lost in contemplation. Something that happens more and more, I can’t help but notice.
It’s as though I see beauty everywhere now. And maybe there is. And maybe I am.
Today, I itch to get my hands on a camera and capture these moments instead, for all infinitude. Like these two dragonflies pursuing one another over a patch of wild grass growing by the side of the groomed trail. I see light, angles, transparencies, shapes, frames…
“Do you feel the change in the air?” I ask them while watching their antics. They hover over me for a brief instant. Enchanted, I take it as a good sign.
EXPOSURE, COMING SOON…