Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Last Summer. The Smell of Wild Flowers.

Last summer I was waiting at my local train station. It was heaven. The weather was perfect and the air was still.  The perfume of wild flowers and wheat fields hung in the air. Dragonflies danced and birds sung out from the churchyard.

I cannot remember being so entranced by natural beauty in my twenties- I was always so busy going somewhere. Gardens and pleasing views seem to be a middle aged thing and I am glad life has saved a few discoveries for the second half.

Your safe haven does not have to be a location. It can be a perfect moment remembered forever..

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