A walk through nature
France is beautiful, so diverse. At weekends, near my beachouse, I wander by the nearby rivers and just empty my brain.
I run, don’t think. I am purifying myself through the fresh air that my lungs are taking in, the sounds of animals and wind rushing through my ears, the smell of dew and humidity that hit my nose and the exceptional low white light we get at this time of year.
Go on. Step out. Breath the air for a moment.
We often forget how vital instincts are full of luxurious beauty.