walking: coiseachd

I first began to walk in nature when I couldn’t. When I could only lie¬†in brief snatches¬†on my sofa and peer at the world outside through the window. Where the horse chestnut tree grew leaves and lost them, when it’s rose-pink blossom bloomed and fell. I would dream of the breeze on my skin, imagine the feel of the ground under my feet. Then, exhausted, I would to return to bed.