I feel like I want to go outside just to sit and look at plants. I felt like I never got to enjoy nature enough. I missed napping under a tree, grilling at a park, taking pictures of dirt trails pretending I'm a professional photographer, listening to the crackling of a campfire in the daytime, the scent of burning gasoline and sand in my shoes.

I did all those when I was younger, gone with the days of enjoying those moments. It doesn't help that I've grown distant with my roots. The only time I get to see nature is when I'm commuting to work or to the store. Funny how your hobby might just contribute to your internal demise.

Anyway, was writing a scene in my script for my comic. I was just more jotting down an emotion I wanted to convey in the story. Thanks for reading this random thread, I guess.