Sometimes I just go out of town - and that's it, it's as if someone has taken a heavy backpack off me that I didn't even notice. Steps on the soft ground, the smell of pine needles or wet leaves after the rain, the rustling of wind in the treetops - and inside, it immediately becomes quiet, calm, and full. Nature doesn't require me to be smart, successful, beautiful, or strong - it just embraces me as I am: with disheveled hair, in old sneakers, with a lump of tenderness in my throat