I am able to do as I please in the middle of all my current dilemmas ... my mouth dry with anticipation ... the exhilaration of the skin when of mind to notice in the wind, the rain, even the cold and the sun in various warmths... The mud ...the scrunch of dry leaves .. The colours ... The wind whipping up dust particles .. that are usually irritating ...
The mist hanging low ... The clouds up high ... The thunder and lightning bolts crackling avpcross the countryside over my old home village, last Summer ...
.. even the weeds ... in among the green of this country ...
... taking me back to Memories of watch with mother in those greys on the television watching Little Weed ...
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