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DailyThought #5 - The Sun is Shining

This morning I sat on my porch. Something I knew I would enjoy once the weather would allow it. The white snow has turned to green grass, grass I lie on. The sun’s heat persists, so I find the shade of a tree. I watch the moss, hanging from the trees, move with the wind; and a cardinal land next to a squirle foraging through what the tree had dropped from its branches above. The presence of nature is loud, no matter how much we try to cover it. Sprouts grow where we tell them not to, dirt makes through the doors of our homes and the wind shuts the doors as we try to sweep it out.


Buildings abandoned by humans, in turn, are adopted by nature. When there is no money to buy lunch, and humans have abandoned themselves, a tree gives an apple for free. What we call society is in constant battle with nature. As our roads move, cities sink, and buildings tumble, we try to push nature towards the limits of our cities. Once we think we have ran it out of town, we turn back, only to see its persistence.


I am grateful to have been raised surrounded by more nature than structure. Though I didn’t realize my dependence on nature until I left it. The first steps I took on concrete always led me back to dirt. My mind surrounded by walls is a mind suffocated. I believe the best addition to any city is its quantity of parks. Spaces that are there to let nature be nature. But, as we know, nature has no boundaries, and we will all be included in it once our day comes.



 
 
 

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