About a mile from where I live is a four-lane street that’s a little different from most. One side is typical for our suburban location--a couple of residential neighborhoods, a school, a memory care facility, and a shopping center.
The other side of the concrete road is a little bit of Texas past. Texas Longhorn cattle, along with a couple of horses, ruminate and saunter along their trails in the pasture that is separated from the street by a fence and a sidewalk. The cattle are oblivious to the noisy traffic just a few yards from them. They graze awhile then amble along in one direction then another, never looking toward the intersection or street as fire engines pass by with their sirens screaming or when car horns honk, not even when people get out of their cars to take pictures of the Longhorns.
I slow down when I drive that road but not for fear of a ticket. I want to watch the Longhorns, to let their serenity calm me. To imagine walking the pasture, unhurried, experiencing the rocky path that crosses a tiny stream, taking shade under the grove of trees, and inspecting the old barn. Maybe even patting the head of one of the Longhorns or horses.
Whatever angst troubles my soul at that moment, it slips away as I take in those Longhorns and their tranquil pasture. I’m reminded of what’s really needed in this life. I take a deep breath, I smile, I relax.