earth longs to feel your bare feet

My Normandie weekend started with a blissful discovery that the house we were staying in was located in the middle of countryside.

In the morning, I woke up – for the first time over several years – to almost silence. Birds singing, sun shining and apparently all the cars weren’t driving yet.

I sneaked out.

The carefully mowed garden was surrounded by a fence, but I found a way to the other side where grass was growing free, with wildflowers and strawberry leaves. I stood there for a while and took in all that sight – a hectar of wildness in between country roads and tamed spaces.

Then I ran down the hill where the trees were growing, and sat down.

I totally felt like rolling in the grass and singing out loud from the joy of walking barefoot on the earth, in the morning dew – a pleasure I hadn’t experienced for over 2 years.

And suddenly I remembered why I used to always wear green before.

Because then you wouldn’t notice the grass stains afterwards…

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair…
Kahlil Gibran