I walked out of school during the first week of classes at Western Technical College, and smiled as the cool breeze combed through my hair. I lifted my eyes toward the sky to find nothing but a baby blue sky speckled with dancing white clouds. The day seemed to be rejoicing in itself.
On a regular day, I would get a ride back to my house, but I could not ignore the beauty that surrounded me on every side. I wanted nothing more than to embrace this day.
I was on a walk with nature; and for the first time in a long time, I heard the birds sing beautiful songs. I saw the lush trees shake their branches in authority, and I felt the helpless crunch of a fallen leaf beneath my foot. The sensations were like nothing I've felt before. So distinctive, so pure. Why have I succumbed to my own obsession with the industrial life of society? I consider my actions a tragedy after seeing all the beauty I have so passively ignored.
