King's Wood

[squirmelia]

When I had visited King's Wood in Kent before, it was in the middle of winter and I was unimpressed by the wooden sculptures that formed a children's play area.

But this time was different..

Amongst the trees, there were bluebells everywhere you looked, such a density, and where they formed a thick carpet, the scent was overwhelmingly glorious. I was in awe. The bluebells seemed so utterly magical and beautiful and I felt deliriously happy.

Those moments just don't happen often enough, so tell me about the last time you couldn't stop saying "wow"?

Comments

[illaor.livejournal.com]

It was one of those strange nights when the city is dead and the only sound is the wind sighing through the streets. I was walking alone through empty streets, turned a corner and there was a fox standing in the road. We both stopped dead, stood for a moment and went our seperate ways.

After it was out of sight the city came back to life and traffic returned to the roads and pavements. But for that one moment the fox and I had a city to ourselves.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Cool! It's been some time since I last saw a fox and I think that was perhaps in a field, as opposed to in a city.