Rachel George environmental interactions at the lions bridge
September 28th,
5:19
I used to be an avid runner of the Noland Trail, and from being acquainted with the landscape, I was able to walk its path as a labyrinth. It was the beginning of fall, but the air was still warm. The days were already getting shorter, and the golden hour was setting in. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees as if the leaves were saying their final goodbyes before the cooler weather set in. To be alone with my observations, I broke away from the group. I found comfort as I grew farther from the chattering voices behind me. As the trail grew quieter, I could only hear the crunching of the earth beneath my shoes. A few squirrels scurried from the forest floor to the tops of trees to have a protected view of the humans weaving towards them from below. The forest was full of vibrant colors that man could never truly replicate outside of nature. Every time I enter the woods, I encounter peace. Or maybe peace is discovered by me. I'm merely a student of nature, and I grew taller that day from walking with the trees.
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