It was cold and refreshing. The sound of rushing water filled the small enclosure, and effervescent foam bubbled at our knees.
Bright yellow flowers popped up from the water. Dragonflies flitted from blossom to blossom.
Happy and exhilarated, we returned home with the feeling that we’d experienced something truly special that day.
Our hearts felt light and free – we were finally back to exploring the Land. And it was spectacular.
Between the crimson anemones in the grass, pink cyclamen flowers bloomed in the shady patches, more reclusive than their sun loving friends.