Arcadia

Lost in thought, I chanced upon a hidden way. A tunnel through tangled undergrowth that led to Arcadia.  Head bowed down, I moled my way through the dark leaves to emerge, blinking, into sunlight where I sat, surrounded by wild flowers and birdsong with the warmth of the sun soft against my face.  After a moment or a minute or five, the clouds called time on the interlude and I retraced my steps, back through the tunnel, to reality.