I walk here often, down by the river, sometimes to clear my head, sometimes just to breathe. Or to plot my next scene. I’m almost always alone here with nature, the wind, the sun, the lapping waves.
The Meuse is never in a rush. It winds its way through the green, carrying mist and memory in equal measure. I love this River that flows all the way from my country of birth: France.
I thought you might like to see it too.
If you’d like, feel free to share a photo of your own surroundings in the comments. I love seeing where stories are read from.