The confort of nature has always drawn us out, prickling the skin and mind with tingles of freedom and hope, yet it has taken a battering to its reputation lately, as masked us wanders through our imaginations at how freeing nature made us feel once, before the unsen menace of covid put paid to that, and even now, our thoughts of freedom get infected by others who think they are bulletproof, making it not so safe a haven as it once was.
Until recently, I thought being comfortable in own skin was just a saying, until I realised I was suffering the itches of being locked up inside my skin when all I wanted was to run free through fields of gold.
It is truly a revelation to see and hear how uncomfortable so many of us can and have been feeling they don't like their own company as much as they thought... Even an old semi-recluse like me.
Hoping we all get back to the normality we once knew... Hopefully.