Becoming one with nature

The sun, strikes the naked eye, blinds, makes me squint, yet insulates from the chilly fall breeze. I continue walking until I enter the woods, immediately comforting the eyes. I see a large maple tree, looking like a fatherly figure to the surroundings. I decide to sit and rest under this accepting tree. The cold breeze forces goose bumps upon the skin, teeth to clatter, and my body to shiver. The pleasant noise of the …

…hands fall on thick leaves, they are soft but have oddly rough texture. Though I can't see them I visualize thick oak leaves dead due to the harsh fall. I get up, pitch my tent, and crawl inside. I shelter myself from the harsh winds and cold wet weather. I close my eyes and fall asleep quickly. I know that today I became one with nature. I viewed, heard, and felt nature innocently and unselfconsciously.