10 May 2012
This is a poem from my teenage years:)
I've just come in from the wet and cold But while outside I did behold, the hills before me, white with mist, the drizzling rain which did persist, to drive most human kind indoors, while outside other life endured. The snails declared a holiday, and old and young both made their way across the mossy lichened paths, while earthworms rose to take a bath. Half-hidden sheep through sheet mists stared, the scent of wet earth filled the air, and I was glad to see it all, but also glad to come indoors.
Just Outside • Opuss № I