I'm in a melancholy mood today and a trip through the New Forest this morning seemed to echo my feelings exactly. It's a sombre day, a light drizzle, mist hanging in the trees; at sea level, I feel this is the closest I can get to walking in the clouds. I love a damp day, and this quiet, closed-in atmosphere seems to reassure and comfort my heavy heart; the dense dark greens of the forest trees, a splash of colour, a buttercup, a clump of daisies, the landscape rolling into the sky. I feel at one with the world.
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