SPELLBOUND (off grid)

Spellbound

By

Ray Finch

The water oozes out of the sea of green moss as each footprint presses into the spongy mass

The water, a life giving liquid for the marid of life buried in its rich green pastures

Squish squash as each footstep brings us nearer to the edge of the vast expanse of clear blue water

A stillness over the lake except for a small ripple which shimmers across the surface, fed by the gentle breeze of air that passes over

The same breeze that kisses us with a gentle warmth, as the first rays of the Sun start to peek through the slow dancing wispy clouds as they move through the morning sky

The blanket of moss now making way for the encircling small pebbles which create a shore around the lake

A shore where one can stop and stare at the pure beauty of nature and listen to the unrivalled sounds of being off grid

A sigh of pure wonder as a bird of prey hovers overhead its wingspan fully deployed as it watches the small bubbles that rise to the surface knowing below is a feast with which to feed his family

Utter contentment as you wonder do I have the best job in the world, do I swap it for a chair and desk, or do I remain SPELLBOUND