after all day
spent in a box
I dip my toes
into the meadow
then dive…
swim through the grass
leap over the bushes
splash back
into ferns and bramble
slow down
drink in the haze
herb robert
evening primrose
alchemilla
willowherb
as insects
buzz their drunken songs
and I am sinking back
sinking
into the wild
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I can imagine that feeling … escape 🙂
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I want to be there
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I agree with Paul. I want to be there – can I come along?
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What a rush I got from reading this – liberating! Nice work.
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The wild is always in here/out there somewhere… waiting to be found. Behind all that technology.
Lovely, beautiful.
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