Tuesday, 12 May 2015


Sometimes I just crave green you know. The colour of the earth. It is not easy to write about it, because I feel that words can't explain that feeling of peace.

It is not always green, often yellow or purple or pink, the sound of an animal, the sound of the sea, the quiet of the mountains. The smell of soil or salt or wild garlic. 

In the city we can miss it. Mostly we miss it until it creeps up on us; a branch brushing a bus window and then the craving for it tugs us inside and we seek it out...
Today, I sought it.

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