I could feel her soft cool breath delicately brush rogue strands of hair that fell from my messy ponytail past my face. Her light and warmth guide me on a path frequently trekked by other lovers. She is beautiful with her sky-high blues and seas of green. She gives, and she takes creating an elegant balance that grounds you. When you stare into her soul, you can’t help but fall deeply in love. As I grab my hiking poles and dig a little deeper into her floor, I am just thankful that she exists.
To be present in nature is more than just a hobby of mine. I love wandering through scattered rows of thick trees or traversing warm sands in the high deserts. An ocean view is always nice, but when I first visited the apartment that I recently moved into and looked through the window for the first time and saw a large stunning mountain framed by the sill, I knew that I was making the right decision.
To say that I love to hike is an understatement. Hiking is the medium I use to reset and release. I enter nature, my church, with filthy boots and athleticwear and can maintain my peace. Nature is a break from the hustle and bustle of the city and all the routine that falls into place when you have bills to pay. She is kind, understanding, and challenging all at the same time.
I try must best to get out of the manufactured, and filtered air found indoors and venture out into the original source to recharge. Nature is a time to connect with new and old friends, to think deeply and reflect on life when you are traveling in the wilderness alone, and to simply find yourself.
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