Our trip to the Noland Trail was interesting to say the least. I found myself secluded off in a little meadow beyond clusters of trees and shrubs. The place was quiet and I sat down. I looked up and saw the tops of the highest trees around me. I ended up laying down in the grass and wrote the following little blurb while staring straight up at the trees:
The swaying of the tree tops make me feel in motion. A single, fast moving puff of a cloud peaks through the branches. Some sway and others stay rigid. Makes me feel so small, so young, so insignificant. Human life ceases to exist; things that are so important don’t matter anymore, they don’t matter here. This simple thing is so much bigger than me; makes me question my life direction and choices. The stream of a jet seems out of place in the big blue sky, and angers me that it is passing my tree top view. It’s serene and surreal, but I strongly feel like I do not belong, that I should be weary of consequences of being caught here. I feel at peace and at home, but that no one can know that I’m here; like it is a forbidden place for humans to go. I want to bring it home with me. I want to be able to escape to this other world when life gets too tough, all consumed with unimportant things. Laying on the soft grass, gazing up at the swaying tree tops, makes me think that nothing can go wrong here; no bad weather, no pain, no unpleasantness whatsoever. It’s a place of eternal sunshine and soft breezes. A euphoria from which man is forbidden.
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