Walking in the mountain with tall trees, wind is on top, I’m under, like listening to the wind from a different world. Spring time, everything is awake and growing, birds are chirping. Tall grass fills up the valley, like a balloon filled with air, so bouncy and flowy. They sway with the gentle breeze, so crowded; pushing against each other yet each still has their own space. From the distance, it looks like green waves on the water. The world suddenly seems smaller, fully occupied, this is a growing season, every plant is trying their best to grow outward, full of energy. Actually I’m one of them, except I can move.
Where my eyes can reach is my sky, where my feet can touch is my ground. Our sensation lets us fully embrace a corner of this world; at the same time we also become a corner of this world.
Walking by the camp ground, it’s a noisy field. Boy Scouts enjoying their full immersion of group life. At their age, they talk like half adult, yet act like half children, so energetic like spring grass in the field.
Under a huge Oaktree, gathered a group of people for picnics; children are playing ball games, parents are barbecuing, and chatting, once a while checking on their kids. Colorful tents spread out. The beauty of camping is to maximize your time and space with loved ones. What you eat doesn’t matter, whom you are eating with does. It’s a great way to practice minimalism, really boiling down to what matters. Tiny little tents once again prove that we don’t really need a lot: a shelter overhead, food for the tummy and loved ones within reach, that’s all.
Dusk’s sun is bathing on the soft tall grass, still with temperature, not too hot, not too cold, it’s just perfect.