Almost complete silence.
Oh I love the hubbub and bustle of London; the fast-paced, quick-moving colours and shades of the capital, but... every so often... that great big breath you intake, which carries you through the veins of the city, needs to be exhaled - slowly.
This place is just one of a few little escapes away from mankind. It is a karmic massage.
A busy road runs right through it – but that’s okay because if I turn around to face the other way, the traffic it carries disappears into non-existence for a while.
I have seen this view in all seasons and all weathers; raindrops hanging like spherical crystals from the tips of emerald-green leaves until they can hold their delicate weight no more, the same branches hardened with the stark cold of winter and outlined in sifted white, and the sunbeam-carried wing of the bee at work, accompanied by the soft wind rustling through the dense, long grasses.
Oh I love the hubbub and bustle of London; the fast-paced, quick-moving colours and shades of the capital, but... every so often... that great big breath you intake, which carries you through the veins of the city, needs to be exhaled - slowly.
This place is just one of a few little escapes away from mankind. It is a karmic massage.
A busy road runs right through it – but that’s okay because if I turn around to face the other way, the traffic it carries disappears into non-existence for a while.
I have seen this view in all seasons and all weathers; raindrops hanging like spherical crystals from the tips of emerald-green leaves until they can hold their delicate weight no more, the same branches hardened with the stark cold of winter and outlined in sifted white, and the sunbeam-carried wing of the bee at work, accompanied by the soft wind rustling through the dense, long grasses.
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