The noises of traffic and clutter seem to flood out with the gushing of water hitting the rocks in the river. With each step I grow closer with my surroundings, able to hear my conscience once again. My lungs fill with clear air, allowing me to release of my stress and ambition.

Once I am covered with the shade of the trees growing above me, I feel my mind calm and my body almost float across the ground in relief. I stray away from people and let my self wander until I have found my place within nature. Hidden within the bushes and hanging trees are pathways of flattened ground created by footsteps of others. Leaving a divot in the dirt, I am lead to a small ledge where, the river meets the edge of the ground. Rocks are pilled along the sides of the edge as my feet dangled above the water. I noticed how the strength of the river eroded the ground beneath me.

As I ponder on my day today, my studies and my life at home my attention is drawn to the rippling water below me and ahead of me. The faint trickles of the water are barely heard as wobbly footsteps make rocks click together on the shore. Nobody can see me, I am hidden in the branches and leaves of the bush along side me. I am silent, I swing my legs gently above the waters surface almost touching my toes with the sky blue water. I glance below to see the skies reflection captured on the water as if a canvas. The skies beauty moving with the ripples and waves of the water, like a flag in the wind.

A tree with a light trunk and teardrop shaped leaves stood behind me stretching across the sky, as it shaded me from the warm yet bright sun. I feel the rush of a cold wind echo in my ear, quickly the wind’s hand flips the pages in my journal as if demanding me to keep writing. I continue writing, light at hand I scribble down a drawing of a tree at the top of my page.

I take in a deep breath as I grab a smoothed and flattened rock behind me. Placed within my hand as if to write I hold onto the stone, flicking it with my wrist and guiding it with my finger, it rotates like a flying disk. As it cuts in between the layers water, it skips across the river until it hits a thick wave and sinks to the bottom. I gaze all around me memorizing my spot. I slowly stand up, for now I must leave the world now needs me to come back to reality. Saddened I say goodbye to the kindness of the trees and peacefulness of the water. As I pace away I glance back to see the leaves on the trees waving farewell.