The morning was bright with not a soul in sight and although destined for school, she decided to risk giving it a miss in favour of spending time in the Bluebell Woods, for surely that is more important than being stuck inside...where things can stagnate...no scent to arouse the senses and no natural images to stir the mind and its imagination.
She turns to make sure she is not being followed
She listens for a while
It seems it was just the breeze
and so she continues on
She is mindful how she goes to not crush any Bluebells.
Time to just sit and inhale and to enjoy the scent, sight and sound of being...
...surrounded in a sea of blue.
Her journey continues...
...her imagination works overtime.
She rests against the trunk of a tree
and at one with nature
Time to move on
Another tree to climb..
and sit upon.
Just listening and being
Enjoying her time outside.