A Quiet Walk

Stepping out of the door for a walk yesterday, drops of rain touched my face and I nearly turned back. With a sigh I tucked my camera under my coat and urged myself to just walk and breathe the fresh air, never mind the photos I wanted to take.

I was glad to have persisted as the rain soon stopped and there were splashes of sunshine among the puddles.

Bluebells glistened, with droplets reflecting greens and blues among the soft petals. The woods were quiet and soothing. My lungs filled with the essence of life, and the walk would have been worthwhile even if the camera had been left at home.

However it was there in my hand and the moments were captured with care, droplets surveyed and approached from angles. Joy felt as newly grown spring flowers were noted.

And a snail, untrodden, carried on his purposeful glide across the watery grass on to who knows where.

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