Nature

Long time ago I wrote a story where the main character becomes tired of seeing things around him and escapes the civilization by moving on a deserted island. I guess I have always felt that way, ready to take off. That's also why the situations I have enjoyed most have been without crowds of people. It's has been just me or me with single other person - and in some cases neither of those. I have always felt great in the nature - it does not matter whether it has been deep in the forest or top of the mountain or sitting at the front of lake in deep silence, only having birds chirping on the background and grashoppers playing their violins.

Mountains can wait for a while but I can hear forests and lakes calling me. It is time to wake up animal instincts - no, even more, it's time to become animal.