I frowned again at the words of the book in front of me. I had been trying to concentrate and actually make a dent in the massive amount of homework I had, but it wasn’t working. Looking up, I noticed the dismalness of the room. Four bare walls, a scratchy yellowy brown carpet, a small window that looked out onto the brick wall opposite.
I have to get out of here.
I jammed as many books as I could fit into my backpack and headed out the door. As soon as I had left the building I knew where I was headed. I went straight to the top of the man-made hills around MSC, a building on campus. The deep green sea of grass drew me in, a pleasant relief from the stark white walls of my room. Warm brown tree trunks each called me to them. I chose the tree farthest removed from the world and curled up against it. I could feel the rough bark against my back, and as my fingers wandered to the soft grass, I soon found that it was interspersed with twigs and dirt. I could not tell which was more solid and full of strength- the tree or the ground. All the while wind was swirling around me, teasing my hair and laughing as it dashed on. It seemed as if the wind took my cares with it as it ran. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply the scent and taste of fresh, cool freedom. Bird songs and branches rustling in the wind whispered in my ear. This must be the taste of peace.
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