This bit of land down the road from us has been empty for a long time. It was industrial units before that, but they were cleared along with the plants and the fox families and the sense of nothing-but-now, to make way for plans and ideas. I saw the plans and ideas on paper, an amazingly illustrated 3D representation of someone’s innermost thoughts. Designs are truly where humans excel.
Yet the world shifted and turned and the paper yellowed ever so slightly. The fence stopped the local humans entering but the plants came and went and came and went, as did the plans.
These days the land is being prepared for sale. The cow parsley is high and the battle for designs looks like it’s losing. In the centre of the site, a small pile of large rocks sits steady and bored. They mark a space where something could have been, an intention to go beyond a simple state of now-ness.
I hope one day that the plants will let the humans in, and my kids will be able to sneak through the barriers under the midnight moon and climb on the rocks. There they will sit, and dream of days gone by, and days still to come.
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