little blurbs

pools

“Here we are.”

I gasped for a bit of breath as I took my final stride up the hill. It wasn’t really one of exasperation, just unatheleticness (I remember the last time I ran a mile– it was freshman year gym and the only bad grade that tainted my line of As).

“Are you okay?”

We made eye contact for the first time in 30 minutes. My eyes had been set on the dirt that moved beneath my feet, or the dirt that I moved over, whichever it was. Now i faced pools of blue, against more of the same.

“You haven’t said anything this whole time.”

I didn’t move. My face made no adjustments. I stood and I drowned.

“Okay, then.”

We broke our shared gaze. I jumped out of the pools and found myself gasping for air again.

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little blurbs, thoughts

In the spirit of exploration

I voluntarily get lost in the woods. Why would I want to escape a chasm of beauty surrounding me at every turn? Walking through it means bare feet touching cold, slightly damp mud, leaves shaking off water from last night’s rain in droplets that tickle when they hit me, the sun peeking through branches, invading the forest with yellow warmth, and birds singing one song next to me and a different one somewhere further away. It means encountering weird-looking fungi and prodding it with a stick to watch it fall apart and imagining it decompose, or turning over a rock and finding tiny little bugs crawling all over it in anticipation of danger. It means a chance to find fresh air and nature that cannot be found confined in a building. It means a chance to explore. Grabbing a friend and just spending hours on an adventure is my ideal weekend. Maybe we will encounter a hawk, or see caddisfly cases in the creek. Maybe we will discover something new.

Exploration is more than bringing a pair of binoculars to a hike though. Especially in the modern world, it’s finding new information through the internet, books, your own research, or even within yourself. This is something I have discovered in studying for Science Olympiad, where I studied for a forestry event by hiking through the woods and identifying trees, then later reading about different species in field guides. I found information on astronomy with Wolfram Alpha and the knowledge of my 65-year-old physics teacher.

But every time I return to the woods, I don’t find answers: I ask myself what I can do to sustain this simple beauty…

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