the natural lay of lands

the thoughts run free, ideas of where one could go...

a liking, a natural draw away from the concrete coldness of the city...

the Spring buds in bloom

ever glimpsing their emergence as the sun's warmth coaxes their reveal

...a further call to allow the self to breath,

absorb,

learn the natural lay of the lands,

the vistas

that will lay before my sight.

the desire will be to inhale deep

smell anything but, the tar being torn by the rubber of traffic.

the less the luggage the greater the freedom...

maybe i shall even try go barefoot and accustom my feet

to the challenge of sweet gritty ground between my toes!

as to a brassiere or being fashionably dressed...

not a care in the world!

i shall embrace being as naked as the day i was born!

RB.