lost in Britania

..and here i am.. happy.. as i slightly suspected..
even if the sky is grey and water insists in falling down from it, I can't avoid thinking that running away from reality is my destiny (or my curse..?).. all the thoughts of moving back to the countryside, having a nice house, a few (many) animals and a quite respectable amout of books come back to my restless mind..
and why not? could there be anything nicer than listening the nature's appeal and follow it with body and soul?..