perfection

Thirty minutes. No music, no phone, no computer, no sound, no chaos, just me. Thirty minutes and I saw a whole world; I actually paid attention the birds and the water in the pool and the stillness of the mountains. All I kept repeating in my head was, everything is perfect, and everything looks like a perfectly drawn picture. All the details were right there in front of me, every line was perfect and drawn to the edge. The colors were blended flawlessly the sky faded from a light orange to a pink to an everlasting baby blue. The birds were in peace, they jumped from one tree to another and landed gently on the grass picking whatever they thought would satisfy their hunger. The wind blew into my face making my nose feel like it was touched by a cold and yet gentle hand, everything was at peace with one another. There was no noise, no alarming sound or exasperating demands. Suddenly I was calm and I felt careless. However I was not careless in the sense that I am every day, saying I care about nothing, I was careless in the sense that for those thirty minutes I did not have a care in the world for those thirty short minutes I was free.

          Yes, I saw and I wondered and I let go but I have always known there is a different sort of calm that takes over when you are alone outside. When all the technology is taken away and the demands are lost echoes everything is better, all things are prettier and colors become vibrant. I would love to be someone who would devote and hour each day to rest and sit alone in the outdoors but I can never become one who is like that. Nature works in unison and that is why we keep hearing the phrase let nature take its course, because if we were to let go everything would be perfect just like the simple outdoors.