It's difficult to describe; It was just grass, trees, the scent of flowers and earth, the creek flowing by and a vibrant blue sky patterned with clouds that went where the wind took them without argument or complaint. It was Sunday, one of those Sundays that puts the working week into perspective the complexities, stresses and worries into perspective and which allows energy to pour inside reaching every corner of my mind, body and soul.
We'd taken a drive to a place we know; we followed wide paved roads then dirt tracks that became narrower and narrower until just two wheel-rut-tracks guided us across the fields to the stand of trees that was our destination. When the engine turned off and we stepped out of the truck there was...nothing, blessed nothing, but the cradle of nature that would be our perfect place for the afternoon.
As my partner got the blanket and picnic lunch organised I walked in the shallows of the creek where a tiny beach made up of tiny pebbles slowly being worn down to sand and enjoyed the sensation of cool water and as I ventured in a little deeper, my light dress held to above mid-thigh so it wouldn't get wet, I turned and looked back at him to see if he was looking. He was. I smiled, pulled my dress a little higher and felt happy, completely content and exactly where I wanted to be in that very moment.
We laid on the grass after lunch and listened to music including the three tracks below and in between napping, looked up at the sky finding shapes in the clouds and allowed nature to settle upon us and permeate, to soothe and heal and to bring peace.
Just grass and trees, a creek and the fragrance and sounds of nature presided over by the sky above...there wasn't much, but it was everything we needed.