Sometimes I am afraid that I will get used to it all and life will become ordinary, my skin will become thicker and gaze unfocused. But so far, it doesn’t. Every time I step into the forest, even if it’s multiple times a week, a day, I expect a miracle. Every time I step outside, especially on a summer night, something happens. Pink clouds, rainbows, the smell of red apples, rotting in the high grass, the abundance of goldenrods and some other flowers people call weed, small and big animals. Nothing happened today, nothing of significance, I feel as happy and alive as ever.