Heat is rising all around me
Remembrance of this morning’s chill
Only in the wayward breeze
Humid air is saturated
With the aura of wild flowers
Spiked with omnipresent elders
Marsh Valerian bravely stretch
Their pastel heads
Above the sea of green
Metallic-blue damselflies
Perform their phytodance
The choreography remains a mystery
My steps are slowing down
Clothes clinging to my body
As if I just emerged from the sea
I sigh-revelling in my daydream
Of cristal clear water
So cold I can only swim for minutes
Today would have been a day
To spend by the sea
Poetry by Nathalie 
Oh, I feel your poem by heart. I really wanted to go and travel somewhere but Corona won’t allow us, I guess.
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Here is hoping! We are waiting to see if Scotland goes into Phase 3 next week then we are off wild camping! 🤞🤞
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Ooh, that would be amazing. Best of luck to you!
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