*Wanderlust*
Relentless wind, a cold sun shining bright with rays devoid
of warmth, a picturesque landscape, raw nature in its boldest form. I imagine a
steep cliff, frozen grass, rocks standing proud and gigantic in a bitter sea
raging with razor sharp waves eating at the minerals and scourging the solid
giants.
I imagine this and I feel wanderlust. The need to be in sync
with a nature as furious and intense as my emotions are. To see that the inside
is reflected on the outside.
The mystery that oozes out of this scenery is bewitching. I let
go. My senses are now free to completely take in the view. Every atom is alive
and the connection between nature and Man seems so powerful in this place.
I open my eyes and the reality surrounding me is much blander.
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