12-3-15...7:33PM
Hello reader,
As most of you have attended our class "trip", or at least visited the Noland Trail, you will surely understand that the trail is certainly in itself a beautiful site. The trail is a haven for wildlife who are otherwise surrounded by a bustling city and man-made structures. When we walk through the trail, amongst the creatures also present there, we are walking through what is their only refuge in the area. The surrounding land our city now rests upon, less than 200 years ago, had almost solely belonged to them. Think about it long enough, and you can imagine we must seem like occupying alien invaders. Since our generation is not the one that established settlement, we are only peaceful visitors to walk among the trees and wildlife, observing and feeling what it is like to be away from humanity, should you be able to ignore the sound of cars rolling nearby. Nature seems a lonely place, but is truly just as bustling as our own world - trees fighting one another for sunlight whilst vines strangle them for water; it is a desperate plight for survival. While observing those same trees, one may wonder what they would be saying if they could talk. Would they argue or have friendly conversation as they race each other in a never ending struggle for water and sunlight? Do they curse us as we walk below at their roots? We as humans, can only guess. Instead of feeling like an active intruder, I feel I am a passive visitor to the trees, a ghost if you will, only there to observe and depart in short.
-Dylan Bradford
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