
I look out the window, then at the clock. It says 1:15 PM, but it feels so much later. I've been trapped in this house all day, I need to go. My heart longs for something that I cannot find within these walls. finally, I quit fighting it. I lace up my shoes, grab my bag, and I'm gone. My car fires up with a purr. I drive past the houses in my neighborhood. Then the orchards fly by seemingly at warp speed. Soon I turn; now the excitement within me begins to build.
The road gets steeper and rougher, seemingly in the same increment. As I kick up rocks and dirt, I feel the tension in my neck and shoulders ease. Signs of civilization fade until the road itself is the only tell of human presence. As I park the car, I breath out a sigh of relief. Anywhere outdoors is calming for me, but the forests hold a special place in my heart.
Twigs and pine cones crunch quietly under my feet as I weave through the trees. I work my way up towards the brow of a small hill in front of me, the powerful branches of the trees forming an elegant arch above my head. As I reach the peak, I stop to take it all in. The wind grazes my cheek as it rustles the pine needles and the leaves.
In the distance, I hear the euphonious babble of a hidden stream. The heat of the sun beats down heavy on my back; I find relief in the shade of an aspen growing in a way that makes it look as though it is in a frenzied dance, seeking out the same sunlight that I wish to avoid. I move forward, decidedly pursuing the water which seems to be calling out to me like a siren. Birds sing enthusiastically overhead as I stroll. Squirrels chatter, evidently exasperated by my presence.
As I near the brook, I accidentally frighten a fawn that had been hiding in the green underbrush. I watch it leap across the water with a loud splash before joining its mother in the green meadow that lies through the trees in front of me. I scoop up the water in my hands and pour it over the top of my head. The cool droplets stream down the sides of my face, contrasting in temperature with the beams from the sun. I decide to sit at the base of a towering redwood pine. The world is still and so is my mind. In this moment, I am wholly content and at peace with the universe, simply existing with nature is my happy place. Nature has a way of breathing life into a soul that's gasping for air.
Past the stream, up and down the roller coaster of a couple of hills, there sits a small pond. The sound of croaking frogs fills the still air. The pond is adorned by flowering lilly pads. Yellow petals add contrast to the deep blue of the water. Cattails tower dramatically out of the water. Minnows swim along the edge of the water. They dart back and forth, catching their next meal as they try to avoid becoming the next meal of a larger fish at the same time.
This place of enchantment is about thirty minutes from where I live. Even so, I find myself out here at some point most days. This habit of mine gets expensive; gasoline prices dictate how pricey the endeavor is. Despite the cost, I really can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.
People are unkind, and I feel that I don't fit society well. Out here, that's irrelevant. Everything seems to make perfect, simple sense. I have a place in nature that I don't feel that I need to run and hide from. It's total bliss for an introvert that struggles with human connection.
About the Creator
SempiternalSoul
I've loved writing since I was old enough to start writing. At 23, life has almost completely made me lose my passion. This is my therapy, and maybe in the process I can help others.



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