The stillness moves me.
A cobbled street. A red phone box. A blinding lake with deer patrolling.
Robins. The beautiful robins.
It is the best of walks. The fading grumble of tyres on worn tarmac and distant engines is more blissful than ever. I feel safe amongst the oak tree clusters and the solitude that clings to me is like my father’s embrace. It’s cold out but I feel the warmth of the day wrap me up like a feather duvet on a winter’s eve.
England, it’s glorious. Forgotten glory in fact. Here I’m away from the facist flags, anger and hysteria we find ourselves in.
I don’t look at my phone, instead nature breathes out at me and I breathe it in.
I breathe.
I long for this moment. I need it again and again.
Now more than ever.