 | | 23/09/2012 11:22
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
a sun-drenched elsewhere {part 3}
These were our final days on Vancouver Island. Every morning the sound of chopping firewood was our alarm clock and the smell of it's burn was our breakfast calling. We ate beef jerky, eggs, buttered toast, cheese and bowls of cereal. I wish I could always eat my breakfast on the forest floor. The sounds of a squirrel and morning birds singing, makes everything taste better. There's something to be said about sleeping in the forest too. Images move in your mind like paintings and flowers get built inside of your head. Each dream I had was so colorful, almost as bright as the waking forest itself. If only the city had fresh air like this, I would never have trouble...
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