Nature

I want to be surrounded by nature till eternity and a day beyond.

Nature is a magical place I can retreat to. It’s quiet and beckons for silence. It asks only to be appreciated. It’s calming. It's comforting.

I love being near the sea in the dead of the night, a gentle breeze to lift my spirit up and cliffs to make me feel safe and sheltered with a backdrop of silent lightning – for some dramatic effect.

I love the sheer silence of it all.

I love looking at the young, old moon – God’s eye and the gazillion freckled stars shining like teardrops on a faceless face. I love looking at its magestic stillness. A masterpiece of moving art. Mere perfection.

In the midst of nature is the only time I feel that time ceases to exist. It is unnecessary. Time in nature is finite and infinite. It has been there long enough and it will be there long enough - more so than me. I only exist for a couple of milliseconds in comparison to nature’s seemingly infinite life.

To me – and perhaps to some - nature seems to hold all the hushed up secrets. It knows and it feels – through its colours and sounds, its smells and textures, its changes and sameness. It has a repertoire of knowledge unknown to humans. Nature has its own wisdom which some humans want to rip out.

Nature is the only place I want to be in. It is my source of all dreams; my heaven. The place my soul yearns to be in. A place to forget all my sorrows and happiness. A place to just be.