Faraway is a word difficult to visualize its definition. I remember when I’d take a trip with my parents I’d ask them how long will it be before we are there? My dad would say, “20 more miles.” At that age of 8 to 11 years old, I had no idea how far is 20 miles.
Faraway is like a football player intercepts the football on the opposing team 20- yard line. He needs to run 80 yards to get the touch down. 80 yards is not far, but if you have 10 big guys chasing you it is faraway.
Like the word time, it is not always determined by seconds, minutes, or hours.
As my wife prepares a desert and she knows I am not a cook. I ask, “when will the cookies be ready” I get the answer, “as soon as the dough rises and I still have to bake it.” I am right back where I started.
How is the distance of faraway measured?
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After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy overcast clouded sky sprayed a light mist throughout the day. I stepped outside, and a chill hit me like you’d feel when you first jump in the water. As I walked to the river, I became more aware of my surroundings.
Squirrels noisily scampered over the fallen leaves to search out the fallen acorns. A crisp autumn day displayed its colors like an artist’s palette of reds, yellows oranges, and browns. Leaves of oak, maple, and elm laid among the musty rich soil of last year’s decaying leaves. The once vibrant green leaves still cling to the limbs, are now withered and spotted with age.
I inhaled deeply and smelled the smoke of burning cedar from the chimney of a nearby house. A fishy scent permeated the air as I came closer to the water. Like steam from a boiling teapot, cloudy vapors hovered on the waters’ surface. Drops of rain pelted the water like bait fish jumping in and out of the water.
In the distance, I heard fog horns bellow out their low blaring signal. Out from the waters cloudy vapor, I could see the silhouette of a crab boat. As it got closer, crab baskets stacked 4 high seem to overflow the boat’s tiny deck. The boat cut a deep wake making its way to the pier to offload its daily catch of the day.
In these days of technology and fast paced time, we no longer take in the beauty of nature and hear the sounds of joy. Although the day was dismal and dreary, I found happiness and pleasure in capturing the various senses of my surroundings.