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It is silence, it is nature. After simply a moment, it is no longer silence. The rain begins to fall with a louder pitter patter atop the leaves. And instantly, it gets quiet again. We are so used to the city: passing cars with blasting music, a police force or a rescue squad, going to save the day... we are never so out in the natureal world, no, only in that loud stressful world created by none other than human kind. My mind slips into the wild, to admire the various bird species chirping about; an occasional barking dog, the continuous raindrops trickling on the fallen brown leaves.



I realize fall is in motion, and time exists, despite the serene feeling enveloping my soul. I watch a small set of raindrops consecutively fall off the little tree beside me onto my old worn out Adidas sneakers. This is where the trouble begins, I'm suddenly thinking back to that ruckus-life, the city, what I think of as the real world where people live. I can't avoid thinking of that one person I'm interested in, how my puppy is doing, about that one day my brother will come home to visit, about what might be going on back on campus... I've fallen out of the natural mindset, and so it may seem that despite my physical location, I'm not in this nature, due to my soul, but in fact, I am out here in the nature: body and soul alike.



Despite my mind slipping back to other thoughts as my body simultaneously slips off the garbagebag-covered log on which I'm sitting as I hear the plastic crinkle, I am here. Every here and there a raindrop will fall on the umbrella being held above my head and it echoes much louder than the average ground-fallen drizzle. I am reminded we have plastic, and we have something [like umbrellas] for everything that could possibly ever befall us. So many unnecessary inventions that so many are convinced they need. What we call "civilization" is sickening, but please don't hold me to my word, because I love all the crazy technology and unnecessary "just in case" junk... I basically live for it.



In any case, no matter how much my mind travels and how far I get from the blank nature, I am here, in it. I am allowing myself, or at least attempting to be consumed by the nature, to immerse myself in a mood of tranquility. But right as I have settled into this mystical natural world, I am summoned and must relocate.