There are two people in the field. It’s in Ireland. It’s in the middle of the day in daylight. There’s two people separating, one is leaving and one is lonely. They’re both females, called Stella and Joanne. They are the mother and the daughter. The one in the background is the daughter, the smaller one. They are a couple of friends parting. They could have taken a walk together. These two people feel differently because they are going in different directions. They feel lost. They don’t know where they are going.
I would hear the ocean, the wind, the waves, the birds, a nightingale, and the sounds of the stones or pavement on the stony path. It’s the winter season. It’s misty. This is the land of Mists, Land of Desolation, the second movement of Tchaikovsky, Winter Day Dream and Opus 13 symphony.
It feels cool! It feels dusty. I don’t feel anything. He goes there and she comes back. It feels cool. She has a heavy coat. He has a coat/sweater. One of them is barefoot. I see a pair of socks on one. They are friends that were at school and they are parting. She is pensive, thinking about what she has to do, and her chores, when she gets home. She’s thinking about her homework.
They might be coming back from listening to Krishnamurti. They’re walking near the sea somewhere. One is leaving and going to work. Their car broke down. They’re not going to get there because that would spoil the story! One is going and one is staying and watching the sea. I don’t know where they’re going or where they’re coming from but I don’t think she’s going to leave the little one.
It’s an ordinary day and they’re going home to do ordinary things. I can’t happen because it’s snowing. If there was a miracle their car would be fixed. The two would get together and hand in hand walk down the path.
By the determined look on her face they will get back and the child will follow. But I don’t know how far away they are so that could be a factor. One of them will get to where they’re going. The other may be going a different direction. One is going to sit down. One is tired. They better go before they get new shoes. They’re going to go home. They’re going to go out and have malted milkshakes and sit at the soda fountain. They are enjoying the pastures and the fields. It’s a little foggy. She’s going to turn to the child saying, “Come on, we have to get back home.” It will be exciting when it’s over!
A storm is coming and the clouds are getting darker. It reminds me of Thunderstorm and Tempest, The movement of Beethoven’s pastoral Symphony. It’s followed by the clearing of the weather after the storm.
Created by male and female storytellers at Seaport Landing Community. 26 May 2017.