Muddy trainers and slippery paths in the woods Reminds me of one of the first runs I did in Orpington No shortage of wet days, no scorching heat back then.
Home, we don’t get enough summer rain for the mud to stick Storm overnight, almost dry in the morning …my trail shoes are sleeping in the shoe rack.
But with September, autumn is coming slowly I can’t wait to be alone among trees enveloped in the smell of wet leaves.
Nothing gives me more energy than being in the forest place where the time has stopped.
Place hiding ancient magic.
I am a day late…whoopsie. I thought I had something prepared and scheduled but I didn’t.
Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 18
First words that come to your mind when we say: home, soil, rain.