People that come to visit ask me somewhat skeptically, "So...what is there to do around here?" I tell them about Kilgus Dairy, Fugate Woods, the museums in Pontiac, Fairbury shopping. And I love Fairest (Fairbury + Forrest) dearly. But sometimes, I get panicky & feel as though I'm drowning in a sea of green cornfields, and for all the open space, I feel claustrophobic. I don't know why, it just happens, ok? And I ask myself the same question, "So...what is there to do around here?"
Saturday I ventured out of the area to a place called Cantigny.
It was beautiful to say the least.
A summer day with friends strolling through lush gardens.
Stress forgotten.
The piece of my soul that thirsts for beauty quenched for a time.
My feet happily danced to the music of a live salsa band.
The week I had floated away like the dew in the morning sun. (Which was a verrry good thing.)
And I remembered I am blessed to be where I am in Forrest.
Sometimes, you have to go away for a little bit to see that where you were is where you need to be.
It was also an art festival. Which was really cool for me. My friends patiently tagged along as I quizzed the various artists about their techniques, preferances, styles. (Thanks, guys!) It felt good to look to talk "art" again. There were artists from all over the United States: Louisiana, NYC, Champaign.
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Yes, this is Illinois. My place right now, for better or worse. Although on this particular day, it was "better".
Where is this? Doesn't look like my neck of the woods. :)
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