Staring Into The Sun

From the minute I set foot outside, my eyes are blinded by the harsh glare of the sun. I have no choice but to squint as I stagger forward, though I am able to fully open my eyes once more after they adjust. 

When I sit on that grass, my entire conscious is focused solely on how many bugs are probably crawling around in the damp grass under me and how many cackling crows are flapping about up above, ready to release bombs across the field. Wind is slapping my face with a hand of tough love, so I resort to laying back. I close my eyes by choice this time, and rather than scorning the sun for searing my eyes, I let the warmth wash over me and protect me from the frigid wind. I sink into the grass and allow my mind to wander- where, I do not remember at all, but I guess that is the beauty of wandering thought.

Nature is blissful when my eyes are closed, because while I am admiring the contrast between the vivid green leaves of a spindly tree and the cerulean sky, I notice bees flying dangerously close to my exposed knees. The birds, threatening the well-being of my hair from above, are gone when I shut my eyes; they fly so silently that I only know they are there by looking for myself. When I think about it, I am even made anxious by the butterflies and moths I can see flitting atop the blades of grass because I simply do not know how to deal with winged insects.

Nature is all around us, and while I like to think that I always appreciate it to its fullest, there are definitely aspects of it that I have yet to fully accept. I may marvel at the phenomena of ice storms, or the way mosquitos are able to suck blood, but I do not necessarily appreciate the idea of experiencing either. I am not anywhere close to being an adult, yet I still sometimes have trouble seeing the sun. Conversely, an adult may see the sun as children are said to, “shining into the eye and the heart.” The extent to which one may truly see nature does not depend on age; it depends on the open-mindedness and imagination that one has when experiencing it.


Written for an English assignment, in response to Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Nature.”

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