thoughts for the day no.1

The blowing wind whips around, like gentle little boosts from heaven, flashing her back to herself. She strolls along through the long grass and looks to the sky. The clouds are rolling like galloping gazelles in slow motion, their feet tumbling in a precise stampede. She could be in Africa, she thinks, though she’s only ever been there in her thoughts, the sky is so blue, it warms, melts and sways like a desert. But the rustle of the leafy trees and merry little birds, tell her she is in England. And that swirling fresh wind, is home.


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