I love nature, everything about it, the rain, the wind, snow, the sun, the stars, the heat and the cold, everything.
Yes, we complain about all the above (not so much the sun and the stars). Ask me in February if I like the snow, or if we have five days of rain in a row. But have you ever smelled the air after a summer rain storm? Or heard the complete silence of a snowy winter day? Or notice the sunlight beaming in between the leaves on a tree? The translucent green of those leaves.
I take nature for granted, sometimes I notice I get in such a big hurry getting from point A to point B. Closed up in gray walled cubicles with no windows, watching the clock countdown until it’s time to leave, realizing just how much I hate my job. Going through the motions, to the point of not remembering driving home.
Nature is my refuge, giving me my soul back. Making me realize how irrelevant my fussing and worrying about the small things really are. Just closing my eyes, listen to the birds singing, smelling the air and opening my eyes discovering the beauty of nature cleanses me better than any religion could do. I need nature.