and over the hill...
Summer. Seven years ago. How we laughed as we hiked around Nainital! The winding road to Kilbury took us round many bends and over a few hills.
That summer was like something out of one of Gerald Durrell's books. Idyllic - is that the word I'm looking for?
Our ages said that we weren't children any more, but for those two weeks, in our hearts, we were. The blue skies, the breeze through the trees, the butterflies dancing in the garden. What wouldn't I give to be that person again!
Well, I've gone round many bends since then, and over many hills....
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we be lucky who've had a whiff of the hills when young. remember so much of what has shaped me. every stream, every knook in woods where life was much discovered - covening with moving clouds, trying out ciggies for the first time, the first stolen kiss, rambles with a happy pup. boy it aches to think of then...
yup, there's a simple comfort in the outdoors, isn't there?
You should be glad that you aren't over-the-hill, anyways !! Btw, good nostalgia ! :)
Thanks! Am getting there though :-)
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