It's 10:00 a.m. and I am sitting at my habitual place between the creek and the woods. I listen to the birds sing accompanied by the crickets and the sound of the current water. I observe my surroundings and I am invaded by the peace which is transmitted by familiarity of my wilderness place. I can see the trees which are now familiar. I notice that they are changing. Some have floweres while others have given fruit. I breathe and savor the aroma of lemmon's mixed with the fragance of grapefruit. I find myself surrounded by three flowering mango trees.
There are anthills next to the pathway that give way to my wilderness place. They are big and the land around them are of a redish brown color, as I make way towards my place in the woods I almost step on one of those peculiar mounts full of small creatures laboring.
In the creek there are many small transparent fish. The creek is narrow and long with rocks at its sides. The rocks are smooth by the constant flow of the water current. It's sunny day and it is reflected in the clarity of it's water. It is very hot and I can feel the sun burning my skin. I find some shade were to hide. I place myself under a leafy orange tree. I can see its ripe oranges that are of deep orange color. I take one of them and eat it. It's juicy. I a few as many as I can take in my hands and I start to walk toward the pathway. I set close to it and I move away from my special area. Immediately I feel the need to return and be part of nature.
By: Ibis M. Correa Hernandez
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