Currently 1:56am. There's a giant interest in Idaho's Nature. The long mountain trails, the forestry, the rivers and lakes that have been loved by many. It's a shared notion that Idaho is one of the nation's finest locations for nature. I always seemed to have a disdain for the outdoors, too much mud, too much dirt, too much danger. Now and then, when I leave my humble four walled paradise, I do see the beauty of it, as many have so vehemently proclaimed so incessantly so. The times I see the sun kiss the lakes and rivers is quite overwhelming. Other times, I cannot even perceive this beauty, all I see is more of the same, dead plants, a river that's dried up, and a dissatisfied moment in time. For I lust for a time when a forest breathed life like a beating heart, a path only carved by the roots that gave life into the trees, a river who roared, not whispered, dirt that soaked in seeds of life. What do you see?
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