Getting Away

Getting away, up in the fog, on the coast. Red Ants and sand. River, butterflies, dragon flies, flutter, land on Fionas shoulder. Sun on my back, is it too much? Moving from a sunny spot to a shady spot. Soft sand or hard hot rocks. Pollywogs and tiny little frogs. Swimming a fish jumps out of the water. Listening to the birds sing, feel the sea breeze as it moves up the river bringing gusts of icy cold air. Babies playing with sand and water. Sound of the brook, paradise again. So easy to find paradise in nature. No news, no politics, just positivity. 

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About Jenny Hynes

I am a painter, housewife, and mother of twins