When February comes I tend to get a little stir crazy. I’ve been shut up inside for months because of the cold. And I’ve done the same old thing for seven months: get up, eat, do school, eat, do more school, do random activities for given day, do school, practice voice and guitar, eat, go to bed. A restless soul like myself needs a change.

Normally when I get stressed, I write or take a walk outside in the woods behind my house to see the sunshine and, yes, the nature.

I hike through all the brambles and push thorns aside and splash through the creek and climb up and down hills. I get dirty, bruised, scraped, tired, but then, finally, I get to the end of the wood. There’s one last wall of tangled and twisted brambles, and I give a final push, and then, it’s all gone. The trees stop, the thorns, everything. There’s only an open field. And somehow I find peace in that.

However, when it’s February, it’s frigid and dark. There’s no walks for me. No nature.  So, when February comes, I bring some nature into the house.