An exotic imagination

I’m looking over the landscape. I can see forests and hills, lots of houses and a mountain range. It’s the Alps. I’m sitting next to an exotic plant on the balcony, and my imagination starts to go back in time.

Where there were more forests, wild forests, and no houses, but yes, the Alps. Deer, bears, wolves, and many more did wander on secret paths. I wouldn’t sit on that balcony.

I don’t know where I’d be. Maybe not even there because I don’t belong at that time. So my imagination is caught by my thoughts and brings me straight next to an exotic plant.