I can't sufficiently describe the beauty of Vermont, or how quickly I came to love the silence of a rural town, almost completely cut off from the rest of the world.
My uncle is building his house a couple miles north of Lyndonville, a small, tight-knit community of (by my estimations) around 2,000 people.
The entire way to and from Vermont we listened to slow, sultry blues and soul music, and it totally put my mind at ease. All of the previous unsettling feelings that have been pressing down on me melted away, and didn't return until I was back in the midst of civilization.
For once since I've left Florida, I didn't want to come back. I now have a deep, intense knowledge and not just a shallow understanding of why people travel so far north to build vacation palaces and homes in which to retire. I can recall only one other time I was that peaceful, and it involved an all-day spa treatment and full-body massage.
In addition, I was rewarded for my patience in Connecticut with a small piece of salvation, although at first I didn't even see it. Literally right next to the bed I slept in while in Vermont was my uncle's pot stash (although stash is an inappropriate word; what it actually consisted of is a shoebox lid holding a lighter, some rolling papers, five or six roaches, and a plastic 35mm film cannister with about three buds in it). Somehow for hours, though it was right in the open, I overlooked this small treasure. I read my book, made a phone call, browsed the web on my phone, and slept right next to this pot of gold. It was not until the morning that my eyes opened and I made the discovery, then proceeded to snag a couple papers and two buds to enjoy following my return to Connecticut. Judging by the look of the green and the amount of roaches, it's been sitting there for a while. I'm sure it won't be missed, or its abscence noticed.
This New Year's, in addition, promises to be unforgettable, but I don't want to ruin the surprise before I can work out the details.
Until then:
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery,
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Here are a few pictures from Massachusetts and Vermont. The rest I will upload to a web album when I get home.
My uncle and aunt's house in Southwick.
Wild lilies are everywhere here, they're so beautiful.
The Vermont house, about half finished. Interior pics uploaded later.
Lake 1.
Lake 2.
My discovery.
The first joint I've ever had to roll. Not quite a masterpiece.
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