 | | 08/10/2016 16:24
Sur le blog Rosalind Jana
Walking, Wandering, Striding, and Stomping
I went out at just before 5pm, weaving my way through concrete until I finally hit grass. Grass became woods became ferns became hills and sky – so much sky, stretching gloriously wide and gloriously blue. The wind juddered at my ears. I climbed the final stretch, red-cheeked and out of breath, heaving myself onto a rock to stare at the town I’d just climbed out of. We over-use the phrase “on top of the world”, but here it was apt: capturing what it feels like to stand, elevated above everything, aware of scaling this huge mound of rock and earth that, from down there in the valley, seems boundlessly large; to know...
► L'article complet sur le blog
| | • Votes Look : 0
• Photos : 7
• Langue : Anglais
► Ses autres tenues
► Détails du blog
|
