(On a short break from running – the today’s post should be rather titled – A haiku an osteopathic treatment)
leaving the office at 11 a.m.
such a joy — the sunlight coming from a different side
***
after the osteopathy
I sketch
the joggers
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It was a warm spring morning in the olive grove. The breeze was gentle, the air was fragrant, the time stood still. High grass, sprinkled with colourful small-headed flowers, was gently tickling my knees. Poppies were about to splash their intense red on the antic ruins. 'Look how beautiful it is all over', I whispered to the olive trees, 'a perfect time for a stroll.' I slipped my fingers into the open palms at the end of their branches and I took them for a walk.
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