I get off the big yellow four wheel drive school bus, and take a deep breath in. The sweet smell of pine needles and fresh cut grass greets my nostrils. I separate myself from other classmates on the field trip so nature's effects take full affect. My instincts are to go down to the magnificent little lake of Brush. I choose to write about the lake because I spend a lot of my time during the summer in the water; fishing, skiing, and surfing with friends and family.

I split from my peers and start my trek down to the lake. Approximately three quarters of a mile, I start seeing a variety of plants and differents kinds of trees. Trees; some turning vibrant orange and yellow, while some are still in the summer swing, green and full of life.

When I got to the lake, I disrupted a grouse, soaking up the warm fall sunshine against the Brush lake bank. The grouse startled me as much as I startled him. He took off flying into the beautiful fall trees hoping to never be seen again. Brightness from the early morning sunrise shines on the lake's surface. The lake shore all the way around the lake is breathtaking. Standing in the woods against the lake and could only count very few houses. I see an old abandoned dock to the east; it looks like a perfect place to relax and enjoy nature. I approach the dock, stepping on old boards, some rotten and some replaced. I walk to the end with caution. “Seems sturdy enough” I told myself. I look at the dock and see holes like something is missing, feeling it wobble and squeak as I walk. This sometimes describes the way I live, just squeaking past school, living on the edge, taking risks that may lead me to fall.

I sit on the end of the unsafe dock and start looking at all the wonderful nature around me. I dip the bottom of my muck boots into the water bouncing up and down like a fishing boat in the ocean. Curious little pan fish get closer as they are intrigued to what touched the water. The tall lily pads hold frogs that are waiting patiently for their morning snack. I reach my hand into the water grabbing a bobber blowing with the wind across the lake. The water was cold turning my hand bright red. The beat up bobber, paint dull, has holes causing it to barely float. The bobber reminds me of my life when I'm feeling beat up, and there's no point in staying afloat, but still choose to roll in the wind. Like a math test with work missing, red pen scribbled all over my paper. Seeing the red pen drags me down, but I know there is always another test to do better on. The dock holds a home for little pan fish to live safely under a dark shelter. I look at my view and I think of fishing in the summer time. Enjoying the atmosphere of being on the lake and reeling in fish, one after another.

Looking up from my notebook, I see geese flying into the sun, slowly disappearing off into the distance. Ducks flying past the dock I sit on, not noticing my presence. The geese yelling faintly in the distance, the ducks quacking as if they are looking for their long lost friends. This image reminds me of the early morning duck hunts in the blind, and the heat of the sun beating down on my face. The air flows through my duck call, screaming away at the ducks that pass through.

My mind comes back to the cool Brush lake breeze flowing throughout my body, giving me a cool tingling feeling. Over my time with nature, I noticed a few changes in the atmosphere; the wind increased causing the waves to become larger as they crash against the east side of the Brush lake shore. The smiling sun begun to rise from the east and started its trek to the west. Air getting warmer as the sun beats through my clothes, I end my nature thoughts and senses, and start the trek back to the yellow school bus.