wilderness

There is no rain, no allergies. It’s a pleasant temperature and beautiful shades of green. I am in a place that is very close to nature now. Natural rays are being irregularly illuminated into my forehead through leaves waving in the winds that sound varying as organic. At times, I am dazzled with narrowing my eyes, lifting my eyebrows by bright lights, which sometimes mark with detached staccato like jumping fishes in the mellow melody of breeze. Green naked trees not so in the romantic flowery way but with the beautiful landscape in here.  

There's enough space too. Everything's going to be hermit in the forest, you know how secretive nature is, where it never bothers you with no sound but a magnificent flyleaf you get to write in suddenly. You cannot achieve this level of relief and peace of mind anywhere else. Like the city I live in, it is not necessary to eliminate noise. Masks are worn in this rich space like a part of our faces. That's hilarious. Well-trained human beings.

 

 

Anyhow, I decided to treat myself to Earl Grey at a cafe beside the lakeside, where Joâo Gilberto songs flow and look exactly as the surface of the lake shines. It's the comfort of being able to immerse myself in the well-balanced harmony that all living things have as they are and be free to leave or stay in with the big cycle of nature.