The Call Of NatureA Story by Ioana GeorgianaI want to spend more time out in the open. It would be nice for a change. Instead of being chained to our moblie phones we could connect and become one with the nature. The ultimate technology detoxification. I dream of going to great distances, walking on unknown paths. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as they say. But beauty is an abstract noun. People are different. Perception differs from a human to another. I can see myself walking unsteadily on a steep hill. My senses shut down one by one. This is a test where my instincts are above anything else. The soft hushing of the wind is my only guide. On the top of the hill there is a large slate grey rock. Its otherwise smooth surface is covered by a thick moss blanket. The view which unfolds beneath my eyes is breathtaking. So I try to make the most of it. I advance towards the fuzzy rock, deciding to sit down and relax. My feet look like they could use a break. Instead of staring at the burnt orange horizon as the golden hour is about to kick in, I close my eyes. And I breathe. In and out. In with the positive, out with the toxic. My breathing evens out progressively as my mind gets clearer and clearer by the second. The clouds of cluttered thoughts start to disperse. The fog in my mind clears out. I reach the state of complete tranquility. The alarm clock blares out obnoxiously, its familiar sound pulling me out of my silent reverie. I curse under my breath and I vow to turn to the call of nature from time to time.
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1 Review Added on January 8, 2016 Last Updated on January 8, 2016 AuthorIoana GeorgianaRomaniaAboutA twenty year old with a knack for everything written. I breathe by filling my lungs with words. You can also find me at jolenepoetry on Instagram. more..Writing
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