Tuesday, 9 April 2013

A breath of fresh air



So there I was in the country. Verdant. Lush. Green. 
Pea green. Seaweed green. Lime green. Moss.



And then the wind changed. I became wreathed in mist. Moist on my skin.



Cows loomed out of nowhere. The ping of bell birds punctuated the silence. 




 On a rise I stopped to gaze out. I felt I was flying.


 I think I was in love. 

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