Oh no !. not the city.

No not quite still, a soft warm breeze passing gently on my face.

Long bright coloured grasses swaying here and there, gently brushing me whispering, reminding me of blissful days passed at this place.

I stand and clear the tears, turn my eyes beyond the horizon and for a moment...what happened with the years.

Then unwanted thoughts start of the bustling city beyond.

 

 

Done