There's something about kicking off your heels and walking through a meadow.
Yeah you might stub your toe or tread on a rock.
But there's a natural beauty in it that only the beholder ever understands.
You can lay in the long floating grass and literally forget about the world.
A deep blue sea of cornflowers poking out at you from grassy waves, swishing merrily, quietly reminding you there is peace you just have to choose to seek it out.
Open poppy's heads, swaying to the lightest of breezes, never a touch to stir them.
You can sit there and take it all in, you can lie in the depths of the grass and for mere moments just disappear.
The beauty of nature is that something always reminds you of yourself. For me it's the sky. Not just any sky, a bright blue calm sky doesn't fit me. Have you ever seen the sky before a storm ? It's not just a mist of heavy grey clouds, no it's not as simple as that! It holds every shade of deep blue. Dusky purples form and tinges of yellow poke through the slightly greying clouds, the outlines of black, a stark contrast to the striking sunny colours a reminder of calmer moments, from just minutes ago.
You see the skies a freak of nature it changes, gives in to the pitch black, become lit up by never ending streams of stars. Have you ever seen a thunderstorm light up a dead night sky, flow over rolling hills and engulf a valley? It's lightening forks seem to pierce every dark area, every grey abyss. Until it moves along and there is just silence and darkness and then scurrying animals and hurrying people and rain. The rain comes to wash away the memory of a thunderous encounter and it douses the houses, the slate rooves, it forms little pools in rocky stone. It's remembered because it falls again and again, it creeps upon you, hits you with everything it's got and within a milisecond it's gone. That's my natural way of life.
