Finding My Peace in the Park
By Neal Lemery
It was a glorious day in June. Yesterday’s rain had cleared the air, and the early morning sunshine beat hot down on the steamy vegetation.
I’d never seen the park look any more beautiful. Every color of green literally vibrated in the sunshine. Birds flew and sang, and flowers burst from the meadows, and the thick coastal jungle of the forest. Freshly mowed grass, wet moss, and the smell of the river delighted my senses.
“What a treasure,” I said to my companions, as we paused at a picnic table by the river to sip our coffee, and simply be in the moment.
They only nodded, caught up in the silence of our humanness, letting nature fill the stage in front of our eyes. Words just didn’t need to be spoken, as we took in the fullness of a June morning.
“There is a delight in the hardy life of the open. There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm. The nation behaves well if it treats the natural resources as assets which it must turn over to the next generation increased and not impaired in value. Conservation means development as much as it does protection.”
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