I long for a lazy walk in a lush, winding, green green park

For the longest time ever I though my lack of posting on the blog is because of not finding the correct words to put into paragraphs. With the Storehouse apps, I realised that words weren’t my problem, its the pain of having to deal with choosing, editing, and watermarking photographs that’s pulling me back. In any case this post appeared first on Storehouse last Friday when all was slow and peaceful in my world. If anything, I think I long for the peacefulness of a lazy walk even more. How did peace become the rarest commodity in our advanced and supposedly civilised world?

My current demands are simple, as I approach my mid 30’s I find myself longing more and more to peaceful surroundings and quiet moments on my own. Suddenly, I have a lot of thoughts to contemplate and I crave alone-time to sort through them.

I need to look up ahead and see no building obstructing my vision, no other dominating color but green, shades and shades of it. What people usually grant as a simple daily walk in a park is a luxury we don’t have here. We have gardens, yes, big and small green and grey, but not a huge winding quiet park with gorgeous fluffy clouds, small ponds and lakes teaming with quacking birds.

I need to find me some water, ripples running softly in soothing tones as my feet sink in the muddy soil as I walk besides it, relaxed yet afraid of the fish that lurk beneath. Yes, I’m afraid of fish, and ducks, and all birds, and almost all animals and insects, and yet I have the nerve to dream about parks. The irony!

I love how parks smell, crisp air carrying the scent of greens that I call chlorophyll mixed in with a bit of wood, a tinge of smoke, and plenty of earth after rain.

I don’t only crave a walk in the park, I want to bike there early in the morning, when dew can be found covering all things alive and green, look around at the artistic sculptures and breathe in the good air. I want to sit down under a tree, spread a picnic basket and have breakfast while I read a freshly published book by a favorite author that I’ve just picked up from the bookshop nearby.

I want to climb, and fall, and strut, and jog, and sprint and run and be free for one hour on my own. Something out of a Sound of Music scene. I want to laugh, and hear the echo of my heartfelt laughter reverberate among the old green trees.

I also don’t mind settling down with an artisan ploughman’s baguette and a bag of crisps for a quick get-away during the day