The country seems to come alive with colour at this time of year. The grass seems greener. The trees such brilliant colours you'd think they'd been individually painted with fresh tins of Dulux paint. The air has a crispness that you can feel as you breathe in, laying a subtle hint that winter's on it's way. The combination made it almost one of those ideal days.
It was only after recovering from my award winning night at Amy's - a late night which almost resulted in me oversleeping and missing delivering a friend to the train station - that I discovered what a nice day it would be.
The afternoon was spent re-arranging music for a couple of more TV ads. From my seat in the 'studio' the window frames a gorgeous vista alight with colour. Nice inspiration, if only I wasn't arranging Christmas carols. After a productive stint in the aural realm I decided I needed to get out and feel the day.
So I walked. Past trees. Through green green grass. Past bleating lambs, and their protective mothers. Under bridges. Seeing, smelling, thinking, and just feeling good.
In this case a picture wouldn't have painted the right 1000 words so I decided to blog it.
1 comment:
Very expressive. You must have inherited the literary gene from your mother.
Luv Mumsy
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