My Landscape

My Landscape Today, now as the weather is cooling, I went on my walk. Hadn’t been here since June; simply because it gets to hot to walk here in summers. The stony part of the track was firm like walking on a cobblestoned street. The soft part was like walking barefoot on a newly mowed lawn. At the part where thorny bushes had made archway, a tunnel of mystery, I hesitated. Needn’t have worried the branches embraced me like a mother who’s young son is coming home from the sea. When I stopped for a rest under the tree where also sheep rest in the heat, leaves, in perfectly still air, fell as confetti welcoming the returning hero. How I love this odd landscape, once it was tilled but now humanity have gone leaving the land to its own devise and strange beauty.