I have been thinking a lot about an old project this evening. It is associated with a sense of mystery and beauty regarding nature and the outdoors, feelings that have been absent during this season of my life.
For the first time in over a year, I miss the feeling of rebirth, or renewal. The glistening rays of the rising sun, as it climbs the hill bathing us in its presence. That is the feeling I miss. Hidden behind a cloud of work, trying to prove myself (to myself), and trying too hard to avoid being me.
To miss the beauty and wonder of nature is to miss the essence of who we are as humans. To be accessible to beauty is a mystery, because no one can describe it, but knows it when they see it.
If I climb the hill looking for the sun, will it be there?
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