I spent most of this morning and early afternoon in the Bodleian - an enormous and intimidating library - doing research. Though the Duke Humphrey room that I was in was astoudingly beautiful what with its archaic books, large portraits, countless bookshelves and incredible detail, it can't compare to what God had for me in the park at the end of my rather short (I'm out of shape) run. Honestly, I can't believe that I was really experiencing what I was where I was.
The University Parks where I run are beautiful - tall, old trees, willows, ponds, people punting in long boats, swans, ducks, families, park benches, lamp posts. If it's picturesque, it's in the park. I was overcome by this longing to be a part of this amazing scenery. A couple walked in front of me holding hands and pausing to softly kiss as their black lab trotted along ahead, snooping out the falling leaves and taking in the early evening air. A family (framed in sweeping tree branches) was out on a walk - father in his sports jacket, mother in a shrot white sweater, the kids happily scampering about and even a terrior accompanying them. What a blessing to see small glimpses of these British lives. It's moments like those that I never want to come home.
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