starpointedscar

Go outside

Look at the sunrise, the clouds, the ground, feel the wind, smell the air

The only constant in life is the sun coming up in the morning and the sun going down in the evening.

This is my diary.

I want to be outside like we used to be. I want to farm and raise kids and be hundreds of miles away from any city. We have severed the intimate connection between nature and humans, and it has come with a cost.

These pics are mostly mine. Don't feel the need to ask permission to use them. Idrc. Credit is nice but not needed.

Warning: I'm not always gentle with my wording. Not really a safe space for anyone.

And abt me:

F, and i'm in my 20s.

My morning commute is a religion.

I drive up the side of a mountain and get a heavenly view of the dawn peeking over the horizon of gently sloping mountains, the fog still hanging in the valleys.

I can see for miles when I drive through this part, and if I leave my house at the right time, the sun wakes up with me. Each day feels like I've been gifted a new painting, some exploding with warm orange and reds and clouds reflecting back purple and pink, and others dull and dreary, but still alive-- shadows of low-hanging dark gray clouds appearing through thick fog, and the glimmer of fresh snow on the trees turning the hillside into an alpine fantasy.

Down in the forest

We'll sing a chorus