In my weeks of travel to England, Ireland, and Scotland, there were two things that were common – an abundance of chlorophyll and the purest form of oxygen. This gas went all the way to my last bronchiole and filled my chest with bliss on its way out.
It was beauty in it’s raw form. All fifty shades of green created a palette. The only noise surrounding me was the noise of the leaves riding on the swaying branches. The rays of the sun didn’t make my eyes squint and it took less than a minute to fall asleep. At this point, the lines on my foreheard converged into a natural smile.
When I close my eyes, I think about lying down on the grass and letting the breeze touch my face. I think about reading a book. And I think about the next time I’ll get to visit the three beautiful countrysides.
Fifty shades of green and beauty at its best.