Tucquan Glen Road
An unpaved stretch
of Tucquan Glen Road winds unfrequented through
the woods of the southern Lancaster County
area from which I recently moved. To this
setting I have often been propelled by depressing
or exasperating circumstances at school or
home for a long walk, full more of stops and
stares than of steps.
are such outings in early autumn following
a light, satisfying rain when all is fresh
and refreshing, and I walk with a feeling
of never before. Rain cleanses, penetrates,
transforms. Its effect on all things is greater
once it has fallen than while it is falling.
And I feel as though I too have been showered
Color, to me,
is always fascinating. Rain magnifies color,
giving it dimension and meaning. Even the
unobtrusive "mushroom brown" of
tree trunks and dirt paths transforms through
rain's encouragement. Myriad shades of green
present themselves, newly vibrant, simultaneously
in each tree. Round about sings the glory
of color so intense, of such depth, and so
touched by light as to nearly make me ache.
Light, more illuminating for overcast skies,
is omnipresent and sympathizes with all.
notes harmonize with the rustle of leaves
in the wind whence they are sounded. Pleasant
undertones identify a brook rushing, pooling
and flowing below, carrying with it my anxieties.
A gentle breeze captures the warm scent of
autumn leaves, a scent which appetizes even
as it satisfies the desire to experience that
contagious, calm contentedness which is nature's
interpretation of quiet.
From the outside,
I look to the world I left behind, then shed
a tear and let go. Renewed by rain, inspired
by color, and primed by tranquillity, I am
not the same. I have gone to a place that
is a part of me, and I have grown.
--Tamara Lee Petersen