I can’t quite explain it. Perhaps because after that hike, I’m still laying here in the fetal position, unable to reach my computer and instead pecking away on my iPhone. But in nature I find home. Home like I’ve never experienced. Everything is in place, running, acting, flowing and existing as it should. Nature has no cares for rules or conventions, or even my interpretation of it. It knows no race, gender, sexuality or class powers. No, nature knows only the power of existence and extinction. That is where I find solace. To be in nature is to be reminded that you’re greatest stresses and fears are all irrelevant and amplified by the chaos of human foolery.