In my city, I often read when I walk around, a text written with chalk on the sidewalk or on the walls of buildings, a reminder... "Look at the sky!"
Suddenly I remember that so much I forget to look at the sky, so much taken over by city life, and I am grateful ( I hope the owners of the houses on whose walls it is written don't mind) to those who wrote this appeal.
Then I look at the sky with intensity, I am so glad to forget what is around me, I immerse myself in the sky...
It doesn't last long, the city pulls me back, and again I forget to look at the sky until I meet again with this reminder.
For an urbanite like me, any outing in nature, nature outside of the city, is a special experience and provokes great visual and other pleasures. To be more precise and to leave no room for confusion, when I say other pleasures I am thinking primarily of the pleasure of breathing in clean, unpolluted air. The pleasure of smelling the smell of the forest, the smell of damp bark on the trees, the smell of mushrooms and flowers. To the pleasure of listening to the stillness of the forest, which is not silence, there are plenty of noises to get used to hearing, from the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the crackling of dry twigs I step over. The silence of the forest, which is not silence, is something so different from the silence of the city!
The last time I was in a forest I remembered that indemnity I read on the sidewalk...
Look at the sky!
I looked up to see the sky, but found that in the forest the sky is harder to see than in the city!
In this place, the sky belongs to the forest, to the trees...
You'd have to climb the tall, old trees to get to the top to get a glimpse of the sky. But the trees disagree and have plenty of arguments, very sharp ones, that won't let you do that.
Unlike trees, we humans can move and choose a friendlier place where we can find a patch of sky.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge.
