Those who know me, are probably aware that I don't like trees. I don't like woods, I don't like forests. I would make a lousy Robin Hood, or Marian. They would have to drag me into Sherwood Forest yelling and screaming.
Forests are the epitome of everything that is wrong, embodiment of evil. To me.
Give me meadows with flowers, mountains and glaciers, beach and sea, and stars in an endless dark sky. Horizons vast and all encompassing. Roads broad and disappearing at the horizon.
I lived in the deep of the forest, the house was gorgeous, so were the lands surrounding it. Birds and little animals everywhere. The house was far away from roads and villages. The gardens beautifully kept, and no sound of highway, or human life to be heard, just the wind rustling in the trees, and singing of birds high up.
And nowhere to go.
Today I am living in a place where I can go to the sea every day if I want to. And I often want to.
But I also want me to like trees again, and to be in a forest, to gather chestnuts or little forest strawberries. It will take a long time, but I am determined.
Forests are the epitome of everything that is wrong, embodiment of evil. To me.
Give me meadows with flowers, mountains and glaciers, beach and sea, and stars in an endless dark sky. Horizons vast and all encompassing. Roads broad and disappearing at the horizon.
I lived in the deep of the forest, the house was gorgeous, so were the lands surrounding it. Birds and little animals everywhere. The house was far away from roads and villages. The gardens beautifully kept, and no sound of highway, or human life to be heard, just the wind rustling in the trees, and singing of birds high up.
And nowhere to go.
Today I am living in a place where I can go to the sea every day if I want to. And I often want to.
But I also want me to like trees again, and to be in a forest, to gather chestnuts or little forest strawberries. It will take a long time, but I am determined.
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