When I observe nature, my brain lets go its hold, my spirit dilates, my heart breathes, and escapes from this physical body that so limits the space on which spirit depends. Beauty, strength, renewal, adaptation, colour, but also familiar sounds, the wind, branches that creak, animals we can't make out, the marvellous complexity of the whole in adequacy with its own particles: Nature.
Today I can no longer not hear her cries, her tears, not see her wounds that are intended to warn us, to tell us that what we enjoy now won't last, that she is weakening, and that soon the fight will be over. Natura, I'm sometimes so ashamed to belong to the human race…