Tara Cain does this pretty cool thing every week called The Gallery. I’ve been reluctant to get involved, mainly because I see everyone else’s stuff and spend far too much time berating my own. But I need to get over that.
So I’m contributing this week, and the theme is numbers. It was a tricky one, I suck at stuff like that, but here goes.
This picture was taken down in Devon a few weekends ago (click the pic to see more from Devon). When I took the picture, I felt oddly breathless, a little strange and I couldn’t work out why. The scene took my breath away, but scenery rarely does that for me.
On reflection, I realised it was because, for the first time in such a long time, I had done the one thing I’ve wanted to do for so very long.
To disappear.
Surrounded by what felt like sky scraping trees, I had finally disappeared and felt like no one would ever find me. I had become no one, invisible to all, hidden away, hoping never to be seen again. It was escape. Everything was lifted off me, for those few short moments. And yet, the stream of sunlight reminded me of my existence; like it was a spotlight just for me. Reminding me I’m not a big fat zero, but that I still count.
My number is 0. I was nothing. And somehow, I was everything I wanted to be.
(Thanks to Tara C, Dave F, Dave M and LeslieAnn. They know why.)
