I wish I was standing on my hill, wind in my hair, blowing my troubles from my mind and heart. Breathing in the spring air and watching the leaves begining to burst on their branches. Watching the river, always constant and flowing, giving life, renewing. Face tilted up, eyes closed against the sunlight, enjoying the long awaited warmth. And smiling softly to myself as I feel the peace seep in.
I can't let life get too busy that I don't take time for this. I need it. I crave it. This week...
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