Sheer curiosity

Dear reader

One day, earlier this year and while driving around the narrow country lanes of this green county, I quickly found myself becoming disorientated  by the repetition of  farm buildings, hedgerows and grazing cattle. At this point, the reason I was out here with my camera was still unclear to me.  

Lost, I pulled my car over to the side of the road, removed my flask from my bag and poured myself a cup of hot, black coffee. and stood outside of the car to embellish the summer sun of late afternoon.  

I cannot say for sure how long it was that I was walking, perhaps only ten minutes, but I soon found myself at a farmhouse that might have been passed, unnoticed, by car had I not been on foot. 

This is where I met her.

What are you doing here? She asked. 

I am lost, I said. 

If I can find you, your not, she replied.

I get dizzy if I do this.

She spun herself around a tree several times before running towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a small wood building.  

Do you see what I see? She asked

And what do you see? I replied

I see a reflection of myself but that is not all I can see, she said.

We talked about her childhood and her life growing up on the farm, and how she rarely left its boundaries. The sun had set before I left and left without directions. 

But this did not matter to me.