Nature,
There I feel that Nothing can befal me in life,- no disgrace, no calamity, which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -all means egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye ball. I am nothing. I see all. ... I am the lover of the uncontained and immortal beautiful. In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages.... The waving of the boroughs in the storm is new to me and old. It's effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right...
Yet it is certain that the power to produce this delight does not reside in nature but in man or in a harmony of both...
___________
Atlanta, GA.
I sit in on child's swing, rocking back gently as I type away words of Ralph Waldo Emerson. I breathe in the summer air, the wind gently caressing my bangs and cheeks. All is calm and peaceful, and once again with a book in my hand, I feel at easy to rekindle my love for nature and books, the essential nutrients of infancy and humanhood.
I exhale deep air and shudder of my experiences in DC, four months of becoming a caged animal, soaking in artificial sunlight and materialistic venues. My entire body and mind was raging, and I knew that I am not complete without nature, because all beasts belong in the wilderness and I am no exception.
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