nature, my savior

We try to fill our lives with the beauty of sunsets, the autumn leaves, sand under our feet, ocean sounds, smell of the earth after the rain, flowers, and anything and everything natural around us, because we can't always find it in our realities.

Not because the frosted window of a car with a smiley face, or a coffee cup on the side of a street, or something as mundane as a hand railing on a bridge, aren't beautiful, but because sometimes the memories attached to them are too painful. They become beacons and reminders of the past life that we try to escape.

We try to erase the beauty of some of those things because their presence becomes overwhelming, never evolving, unmoving, stubborn. While everything natural becomes ethereal, fluid, moments to be filled with new memories, bigger than life occurrences.

So we give ourselves up to the calmness and vastness of nature, and let it lead us to some sort of peace, to drown out the madness of the real world, to make space for memories and things and people. 

We learn to let it go and accept that everywhere we turn, there will always be those markers to remind us of the past.

But slowly take our minds to that safe place where everything cosmic has made it's home, and to gently get lost in it.