Eden of Nature Case

Eden of Nature

I'm walking down an undefined path on a spring morning. My shiny new trainers accompany me with crusty vibrations as friction occurs between them and the newly laid gravel. I'm hearing the vibrations hit my eardrum at a high frequency, just waiting for them to fade out. As I reach the damp soil level in front of me, which has been transferred by rainy water and covered the layer of the aligned gravel, the vibrations stop and my eardrum rests with slight tweets. I don't feel the wind, the trees hopefully advise me by shivering their leaves against each other, trying to get me to notice its immortality, but fail epically leaving my focus on the road in front of me. The ground is now sticky making my shoes weigh more. I'm beginning to tiptoe to limit the sticky mud which tries stubbornly to cover my shoes. After taking a few steps, I feel lactic acid forming in my calf; I'm going to have to put my heel down soon. When I'm in biggest despair, the Sun's beams come to rescue by penetrating the mud and making it hard and solid, allowing me to respire peacefully after putting my heels down. I continue walking down the path, the sky is getting lighter compared to its former state when I started walking, it must be the clouds handsomely letting the Sun's beams past their controlled territories. Whereas the space around me is increasing in brightness, the path I'm heading towards seems to have an even higher contrast.

Getting closer and closer in my swift pace, I can make out the outline of the path's end; it ends where something new starts. I can yet not make out what is in front of me, but the brightness is hurting my eyes. I need to close my eyes for a few seconds as the bright light has completely evaporated any liquid from them. I keep on walking with my eyes closed, my finger tops rubbing my eyelids in hope for tear generation. My head is leaning down towards my body in an acute angle with my chin touching the top of my chest. The wind around me has started blowing intensively and is now moving my hair all around the top of my head. As I fiddle with my eyes, my head is starting to get dizzy, making me walk in a crooked velocity. When I open my eyes, the panorama amazes me with its blazing colours. I need to blink multiple times until my brain decrypts the compact panorama in front me and sends a gentle breeze down my spine. I feel goose skin forming down the outside of my arms, giving me a gentle twitch which makes its way down my body. When my body is ready to explore the Edenic nature, I take a step forth. My ears get a smooth pat from the grass' audio store as it swifts under my feet.

The field is covered with flowers aligned in an unformed manner. One type of flower impresses my eyes, one type shines in the bunch, one type is dominating the scene, the type that my eyes can stare at for centuries, the type that makes me grin

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