Fresh winds rise.... encircling grassy plain- swirling, spinning like thoughts through the mind at day's end when fatigue burns the soul and insight moves like tidal flows and shifting sands.
Fresh winds slow to light breeze resuming former state of tranquil time and timeless passing- dimensions intact on grassy plain where worlds exist in unity- unnoticed in mundane view by casual passers.
Plain ends at country road and level crossing where dirt track and rail meet connecting outer townships to city centre business and beyond. Stillness brings inner peace of mind to urban country life.
Last Edit: Jul 31, 2022 14:53:15 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers