Sometimes when you stand somewhere and you look out, you think about all the time that you’ve spent staring out into nothingness in front of a beautiful scene, and that in a way is also beautiful.

Sometimes you don’t think about that and you just appreciate the beauty of the world before you move onto something else.

You need to follow your feet and see where they take you, if they are indeed taking you anywhere at all. If they aren’t taking you anywhere, well, that’s also fine. Just so long as in any given moment where you are moving, you are indeed moving and not saying otherwise, I think.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, but bear with me. I’m sure I will reach some sort of realisation before the end of this.

The smell of the bushland is enticing, despite what some may say. It is the smell of being away from the city, but you can’t always have it, even if you are indeed in the bush. It just isn’t always there, so you need to keep your eyes open also and see where yo-u are going. If you are in the bush and you can’t smell it, that doesn’t mean you are not in the bush.

There are, of course, other things to consider. What can you hear? What can you sense?

What is the point of all of this?

It certainly isn’t to be blunt, although that may be the subtle message, or something. Not entirely sure yet, but I’m sure that in time it will reveal itself.

So you move through the bushland, appreciate the beauty and and the sublime nature of things and you see it all and just absorb the whole being in the midst of it all and being present, as nature, whilst it just is, is still a beautiful thing to be among. It is so much more alive in appearance and feel than what we consider as being alive, and that in itself is appreciable, I think.

But it is also something tat we need to respect as much as we can, for if we don’t, then eventually we won’t have enough of it left.

There are plenty of ways in which we can appreciate and experience a more natural-appearing region, and we all should, where we can.

We can experience it with various senses and we can allow our feet to carry us there. We can allow many forms of motion to take us there and in doing so we can experience it. We can experience it and think about all the scenes we’ve seen and all the memories we’ve had among nature, both good and bad, and we can see things that normally we aren’t able to see.

I don’t know as to how many other ways I can say nature is a beautiful thing, so I’ll just try and wrap this up by saying that nature is beautiful and worth being among where possible.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:20:01

Got a bit more serious than I had anticipated.

Feels a bit sluggish.

Written at work.