My bones ache
from the grey concrete stench of London.
And although it is Saturday
an overwhelming lethargy blocks my usual sense of weekend frisson.
Outside the tail-end of winter is dragging.
Friday night’s litter blowing in the ugliest corners of the streets
and exhausted looking Londoners walk
head-down and Lowry-like.
Spent, both emotionally and financially.
I hunger to be sitting on this step.
The retained heat of the bleached stone slowly creeping up my aching spine.
Warming my thymus
and awakening the joy of summers past.
So content in the Italian heat
that I would not have the desire to flick
away the horse-fly
loitering around my
lightly-resting eyelids.
Beautiful photo 🌾🌻🍂🍃
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Ah, thank you! I took it in the summer when I was in Italy for our friends wedding. The dog was so chilled! He was there at the start of my walk and in exactly the same position 2 hours later! 😃
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So Beautiful… Love it💞💞💞
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The first part of what you have written made me realise who thankful I am to heave left the city for the wilderness.
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Ohhh I would have given anything for the wilderness on Saturday morning. I am restored now…And I love London, but sometimes it all just gets too much. Thanks so much for leaving a comment. Have a great rest of the weekend.
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