The bright beautiful light of the suns flashes across the world as I open the door. I feel great, the sun is shining, the air smells just as good as a neighborhood Barbeque. I know it’s going to be a good day. I begin to walk but at a slow pace, it’s such a beautiful day out that I want to observe and take in all that nature has to offer for the day. The sun is feeling amazing as a warm blanket on a cold day, I begin to hear the water of the fountain falling back into the river where it came out of.
As I continue walking I start to see a group of small ducklings waddling around following their prominent and confident mother. As the mother moves to a different area, one by one the duckling follow her, it’s a special sight to see that never fails to bring a smile to my face. Once I pass them I begin to come up towards the fountain and as I get closer I begin to feel the cool mist of the water hit my skin, refreshing me as I’m continuing to walk through. I hear a splash in the water, I turn my head and all I see are ripples flowing through the water. I know it’s a fish and I begin to picture how big, what color, and how shiny it is when the sun shines on it. Every once in a while, I’ll see a small lizard just sitting right outside a group of bushes, once I take a step closer to it, they just back into it which once swift movement. It is so quiet and peaceful out, it is one of that moment that is perfect.
Those were the moment I remember most from that walk, because once I began walking through the Shalala Center, more people began to pass me. It became noisier and more crowded as if the peacefulness was just punted miles away from me. I notice myself becoming less comfortable and more worried about my surroundings a...
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...ou are. I remember one of my grandpa’s friend yelled across the parking lot to just to say hi. Down there the door is always open too, my grandparent 's friends stop by all the time to just chat. If you ever go down there for the first time you would think that everyone in the town knows each other.
Overall, being open and friendly bring the best out of people, because you don’t have to worry about how are you acting or how you look. You don’t feel like you are being judged in any way. If that is the case I believe that people can have more of a connection with nature. Being able to walk outside a notice the animals around and being able to listen to the wind blow, and the sun shining, it an amazing experience that should be cherished. I don’t know how close the human race would get to nature but I feel there’s always room for us to make our connection stronger.
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