A Fascination on Forays
I never thought that I would be interested in traveling. The only thing I had in mind when I was growing up was to help my parents make life better. I don't even dream of being rich; just seeing ourselves not struggling is already a blessing for me.
It was during my high school years that I became fascinated with this. We had to go to a certain place for study purposes. The place was miles and miles away, but my group of about 9 or 10 managed to get there easily just by foot. Arriving at the place was a bit scary, as it is isolated, as no one lives there, and people hardly pass by.
But the feeling changed into a mystic madness after we ran through the woods. All were caught in awe when we perceived the environment's beauty. The sound of the stream and the chirping birds seem like singing harmoniously, producing a wonderful melody, making the butterflies dance freely above the beautiful flowers in the meadow while swaying smoothly with the breeze, giving the whole place a wonderful unique fragrance. It was a perfect landscape, and for me, it was like a paradise hidden in the middle of the woods, ready to charm its visitors.
It was a place where you could embrace the beauty of nature, where you could enjoy every sound like serenades from every creature, where you could feel the caress of the wind, bringing scents of flowers therein, a place where you could be one with nature in solace and serenity, wherein you can enjoy and admire life more… Then and there, I feel a certain kind of feeling; it is inexplicable how seeing up close and personal the beauty and wonder of nature could cause me this fascination on forays.
