Too long in this stupor,
The relative shelter of brick and board,
Despite the windows,
Is stifling me.
Lethargy and malaise overpowers.
The grey hangs low and heavy,
Chills to the core of my soul.
I dream...
Wind lifting my hair and flushing my cool cheeks.
Soil and stone find temporary union with the mobile flesh of these bare soles.
Cool wet fronds slick against legs and squelch between toes.
Sunlight bathes my skin in a smiling warmth.
The music of creatures mingles with the soft percussion of water on pebbles.
Breathing deeply, crisp air cleanses my constrained lungs, they inflate.
Around me I see the magnificent ordered-disorder of nature.
And I run into this ecstasy.
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