Yet again, humbled by nature.

“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”

William Shakespeare

Rain was the curtain, lifted to reveal nature’s awe-inspiring stage–an act that eclipsed performers and audience alike.

The setting of the performance was Conley Bottom, one of the many marinas at Lake Cumberland. Golden rays of the sweet summer sun warmed waves of water that would be blown by blissful breezes into the enchanted, earth-lined shores. The lake would impart on me these characteristics, warming my heart and granting it the freedom needed to be carried to an enchanted shore.

Nature inspires me. It has a way of paradoxically blending simplicities and complexities with ease. A complicated design with a seemingly simple program:

Operating harmoniously on every scale.

Haha, funny how when I put it like that, it doesn’t sound simple at all. Even when I get close, discord eventually pushes me away. Perhaps we need to take a lesson from nature and abolish the sentiment of man standing apart from nature. Even the rock that breaks away from the mountainside is still a part of the mountain. The only difference is that it has been gifted with its own form, and a new perspective.

Man stands as a part of, not apart from, nature.

And I’m small. I am a little pea.