Living in London, I sometimes forget that nature exists. Feeling pent up and throttled by the city's heavy handed pace, I force myself out and up the hill, past arched snakes of traffic, past grotesque monuments of brutalist 70's architecture. Up, up, up and further to a peaceful place where nature still resides. It is only a memory of the green forests that once lay here, but it will suffice. It is enough to breathe in the air, the cleanliness of silent earth and water. I feel human again, refreshed by the springtime sun, shadows on the lake, dogs running free. My thirst is quenched, and I head back down to the rush and holler, free to roam the city streets once more.
