A place you come to get away
Away from the city, the people, the pain
To wash away the thoughts of what you know
A place you find the power to grow
A small island of sanity where nothing makes sense
You need to escape to your swamp forest
And find what you never lost
A small group of trees, located in the middle of a puddle, on the side of the road leading from the southern city of Beer-Sheba, to Tel Aviv. I just had to stop and take an Infra Red shot.