Damp 1
DAMP 1
Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. Low clouds hugging the hilltops, a grey shroud.
Dampness on my skin, I become part of the day. Slowly soaked to the skin, walking with my friend.
Earthy smell of wet grass assaulting my senses.
Misty weather, a favorite of mine. Time taken away from me, nature’s world grey and grand.
My eyes a camera, capturing this scene.
No sun here on this day. Grays matching dull green landscape.
Raindrops slowly falling, drifting down to the reservoir. Gentle wind blows over the water leaving ripples, pleasant to my eye.
Worth being uncomfortable outdoors.
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2015
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