Sunday 7amI love the landscape that surrounds me. I love the colours and shapes and the patterns that the clouds make across it. I love the sounds of the wind in the trees and the distant bird calls. I love the way that the wind also buffets around me making me part of it all, including me. It is all just so achingly beautiful.
Why do I feel this? I don't know. I am not a country boy, I was brought up on the edge of London so it is not in my blood as it were, but as an adult I have always chosen to live in the countryside. And having flown across southern China I know that I am lucky to live somewhere that actually has some countryside left. Mind you I do enjoy being in a city as well, but even there I find myself searching for the places where the world breaks through - in all those little nooks and crannies that surround us.
Why do I feel this connection? I do not know, it is just something so deep within me so much a part of me that I cannot separate it out to look at it.
Perhaps I was an elf in a previous life.
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1 comment:
Apparently the soup worked miracles with you! I just read your "Tom Waits" entry, and notice how it goes with this one. Stop by and see the snippet of Pablo Neruda's poem, "Integrations" I think you can relate!
Am glad that you are feeling better!
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