Dear you,
Some sort of idyll, this is. Unseen in Switzerland. I look down at my feet, but they’re already camouflaged from own view. They’ve become enmeshed in the floral carpet on which I stand. Quite expect at any moment to soon become at one with the landscape in literal sense. This is not how I expected it would feel this sense of oneness with the earth. With petals for toenails, Mother Nature seized me for herself.
Yours blending in to the extreme,
X
