As I took a step back, sitting down in the low grass, surrounded by trees, with no phone, no watch, no technology, it hit me. It wasn't the bright greens and reds of the leaves, mixed with autumn gold and the tall, rough oak trees that had transfixed(though I took notice), nor the the hum of the animals, as two squirrels flitted quickly amongst the branches, or the quiet deer that bolted with eloquent grace of a dancer. What had struck me the most of the setting was the sense of belonging, the sense of reaching the most common form of life force, to understand that, even if I never went outside again, that it was my second home. The forest could not be controlled by any one factor, just as nothing could control the masses of space, or the passage of time. To put it simply, it made me feel like a part of something bigger. Life was everywhere, from a single blade of smooth grass, knocking back and forth in the breeze, to the song of the crows, their talk filled with the energies of an entire ecosystem. No part was created just for me. Everything was instead created for each other. Without the fly, who buzzes near my ear with its whine, there would be no spider, scurrying towards it web that it had so delicately crafted between a tall oak and a skinny sycamore, and without it, no sparrow, he chirps in his tree and adds only more the the call of the wild. No matter how unsure one is of nature, or how unaccustomed to the silence of a sunny afternoon hidden deep into the forests. It all comes out the same. A person can always find their most common roots, if they would take a look toward the wilds.