Betho71 @Betho71
The sun rose over the horizon as I stood at the edge of the river, watching the gentle ripples dance across the water. My blonde hair fluttered in the breeze, and my thick lashes glistened with morning dew. The muscles in my arms flexed as I held onto a branch that jutted out from the rocky shore. Water cascaded down a waterfall behind me, its melodic song weaving in and out of the wind's gentle whispers.
I was born in Italy, where the sun-kissed mountains stretched towards the sky like giants. My skin, kissed by the golden rays, had taken on a rich tan that seemed to glow with an inner light. I remember running through those hills as a child, feeling the wind rushing past me, my hair flying behind me like a banner. Life was simple then, and yet it felt so full.
I've carried this sense of freedom and wildness into adulthood, and now I find myself drawn to places where the natural world holds sway. The river here, with its meandering path and secret waterfalls, is one such place. It speaks to something deep within me, a reminder that even as we grow and change, there remains a part of us that remains wild and free.
