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I don’t want to imagine being separated from the<br />
woods, but there are times that I am. Times that I’m buried<br />
under dull colors, right angles, concrete, and carpet.<br />
When I need to regain sanity and shed the redundancy I<br />
head to the nearest mass of trees. I will just walk and walk,<br />
roving through an environment as chaotic and stirring<br />
as a Pollock painting. And therein lies its beauty. Look<br />
anywhere around and you are bound to find something<br />
worth a closer look. All the seasons vary and affect this<br />
organic sphere, each enhancing the depth. Be it winter,<br />
with its starkness and snow blanketing the conifers. Be it<br />
spring, with its emergence of new life. Be it summertime,<br />
with its warmness and the woods majestically verdant. Be<br />
it autumn, with the foliage arrayed in fiery reds to imperial<br />
golds and their fallen brethren rendering the pleasant<br />
crunch, as if each step meant something.<br />
I have found myself multiple times entranced at<br />
the side of a creek assimilating the melodic flow of the<br />
stream. How I wished I was minutely collapsible so I<br />
could roll down the side and into the water, drifting until<br />
I reached the river, and from there to the sea. Doubtless,<br />
I would lapse into nothingness from an excessive amount<br />
of harmony. Let me just take a sip! Other times, I would<br />
gaze into still water vibrating from the wind and the slight<br />
ripples of the water striders; this caused the reflection of<br />
the world to look fluidly abstract and paranormal. How do<br />
the water striders feel ghosting on life itself?<br />
Now and again, the sun will prove his dominance<br />
with intense temperatures. This is reason enough to fly to<br />
the nearest woods. Upon reaching the shade of the trees,<br />
the sun gropes through the canopy with its golden claws,<br />
ever vigilant. If I decide to linger, the sun impresses on me<br />
and my faithful haven beautiful charms: Diffracted light<br />
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