Setting my heart aflame #30DaysWild day 29 #staywild

I was going to write about going slow, 

how to breathe the air and watch the clouds,

I was going to waffle on about feeling the grass beneath your bare feet,

the sand between toes,

I was going to reminisce on the thrill of delight on hearing that first cuckoo of the year,

seeing that first snowdrop,

smelling the first of the dog roses as they open in the hedgerow.

I had planned to write how my heart soars at the sight of a far horizon,

how it skips a beat at the sound of a crashing wave,

how it thumps in time with the earth's own beat.

I wanted to mention how rain can be a blessing

and a curse,

how we need it,

then when it does rain

we sulk.

I felt the need to share the feeling of that early morning summer's sun

on my face before I don my hat,

or the gentle sound of a warm breeze

as it flips the grass heads back and forth on a hillside walk.

I even wanted to share the icy tang of feet in a river

or in the sea.

That crush and woosh of the salty water

over the beach pebbles

as the tide drags back the waves.

I wanted to say how the complex song of a skylark,

when I lie in moorland grasses,

can bring me to tears.

As can the deep sound of the thunder

as it rolls across the distant hills.

I had planned all these eloquent words

these heartfelt and deeply loved

moments of nature,

then I realised I'd run out of time,

run out of steam

and then....

I noticed,

I'd said it all anyway.

#30dayswild - what sets your heart aflame?

#staywild