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Fields of wildflowers ripple in the summer breeze; colours swirling in symphony

Distant rumbles of thunder electrify the atmosphere; goosebumps ripple across my arms

Droplets of water splashed against my skin, cold contrasting the thick humid air

Drops of rain sent small shockwaves through the slow flowing stream; the smell of wet grass settles on the air

Tiptoeing across slippery rocks; arms out to stay balanced, carefully planning my route

Inhale, exhale; refreshing air fills my lungs

Dreaming of the warm morning sun; goosebumps from an early breeze

Clattering branches echoed across the forest; a small raindrop landing on my forehead

Out of breath, heart beating in my chest, the sound of a distant stream carried on the wind

A haze radiated from the hot ground, spectrum of colours erupting as cool meets warm

Sunlight abstracted my vision, silhouettes of the landscape floated across my eyeline like water

Legs heavy and muscles burning; clouds swirl overhead eliminating the slight warmth from the weak sun

Dried leaves carried on the strong breeze hit my face like missiles; eyes stinging from the impact

The strong burst of light dazzled in my eyes; ears sore from the biting cold breeze

Sat amongst the foxgloves, the rustling of their leaves deafening as the strong breeze hit my body

Lichen clung to the blue-ish grey boulder, its strong form holding firm in the wind

The soft peaty ground moulded to the shape of my body, unruly wild plants shrouding me in a cloak of thick, tangled stems

Lost along the reservoir, a misleading gap in the foliage above caused an altercation with a towering thistle; thorns slicing skin

An opening in the clouds unveiled a curtain of light illuminating the spot in which I stood, warmth hitting my face, a moorland enlightenment

Purple hues radiate from the ground below, rippling in tone as my feet disrupt the landscape

Ominous dark clouds swirl in the distance, buried instincts sense danger is coming

Admiring mould on dry stone walls as the sound of rippling water flowed through the warm breeze

bethmorganart@hotmail.com

Visual Artist

West Yorkshire

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