I love taking an hour our my day to walk through my local woodland.
At this time of year, all the bluebells are out, and the forest floor turns a lovely blue/violet hue, with patches of green highlighted by the early afternoon sun peeking through the developing canopy. There are enough bluebells to make every step feel like the first into a perfume shop.
It really does make me think how lucky my parents were to get their mortgage before the insane inflation, on a house in such a beautiful area.
I think how lucky I am that I can afford to take this time to enjoy what should be the God-given right of every man.
I think how lucky I am that the owners of the woodland didn't see me enjoying the once common land they now own.
I think how lucky I am to still have all my faculties; I can run, climb, touch and smell everything around me.
Truly, it is a shame that many people don't have such easy access to nature's beauty. It is still more of a shame when the people near that beauty spend little to no time there, or actively prevent their fellow man from experiencing it.
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