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  • It was almost two years ago when I connected to nature on a very personal level. When things get tough or I forget the beauties of life, I look back on this moment and replay the feelings I had in my mind a few times. In the beginning of my sophomore year I got sent inpatient to psychiatric hospital. At the time everything was kinda blurry and I did not really care about, well really anything. You don't really think of the beauty of nature until it is taken away from you and you realize all of the normal everyday things that we take for granted. After a couple of weeks in a hospital, the outside world seemed to sort of fade away because it was no longer accessible to me. As far as nature goes there were only a few dying plants and some fake flowers, as most anything else was apparently a safety hazard. At the time it was the beginning of fall so all the trees started changing color and the weather started cooling off. Being away from civilization and the outside world for even just a short time makes you forget all of the smells, feelings and beautiful sights that nature can hold. The day I was discharged was the day I found a deeper meaning and respect for all of God's creation. The moment I walked out the hospital doors I felt the wind brush through my hair and the fresh smell of Autumn leaves that the trees were constantly shedding. Orange, yellow, red and purple were raining down beside me, blanketing the cold asphalt and crunching under my feet. This feeling might seem insignificant to others but to me it was a symbol for a new beginning. Autumn is my favorite time of the year. It reminds me of the end of the beginning. In the spring you see everything coming to life after the winter, then summer everything thrives and grows, finally autumn comes and the trees shed their leaves just to wait for spring so they can come back to life. The smell of the leaves is something that always reminds me of autumn. The distinct crispness of the air is something that always comes to mind. Fall is the season where everything sort of dies. Leaves fall off the trees, the grass stops growing, then winter rolls along and all of the color and life is sucked out of nature. We don't necessarily view this as ugly because we know everything will be beautiful again. We take for granted that nature means hope and nature is sort of like humans. Sometimes people die on the inside and there isn't much left of them, but hope is always alive and I think we all take that for granted at some point in our lives.
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