The Beauty in the Small: In Tuned with Nature

Updated: Apr 9, 2020

No technology, no music, no distractions, just the Earth’s natural beauty surrounding me. It’s amazing how much we take for granted, and how little attention we pay to the simple things in life. I was on my occasional weekend jog when I stopped, and just sat in the park to take in everything that was around me. The sights and sounds of nature sunk into my mind and really stayed with me.

I paused my workout not with the intention to observe nature, but just as a normal cool down, but something caught my eye that caused the deep curiosity. I looked down at the green grass and I saw a small lizard, so small it almost blended in with the grass. I decided to sit in the grass and see what it would do. The majority of the time the tiny grey lizard sat motionlessly, balanced on a single blade of grass. The only motion that came from the small reptile were these darting looks from side to side, as if anxiously awaiting the arrival of a long lost friend. After watching it looking back and forth with no other movement, the lizard suddenly bolted, and

weaved through the tall green grass, moving through the individual blades of grass. I followed its movement until, finally, it nose-dived into the dirt and burrowed itself into the ground, and out of sight from the rest of the world.

Unfortunately, the sound around me didn’t match the simplicity of nature I saw. Living in such a populated city like Miami it is very hard to find true tranquility and the sounds of the city flood the silence of nature. I sat looking at t

he small lizard and its rapid head movements accompanied by the sound of people talking, which allowed my imagination to run free. I imagined as if the lizard was constantly looking over its shoulder to see what people had to say about it. My made-up circumstances only got better once it finally moved. The fast-paced running of the creature was matched by the sirens of speeding police cars. The thought of the tiny lizard escaping from the police, paired with the nervous looks from before, allowed me to paint a full story for this reptile I had been watching for such amount of time.

Luckily, I didn’t feel the lizard, but I could feel the grass against my skin as I sat on the floor. Each blade of grass, each a unique size and shape pressed up against my legs. I was able to feel the grass being under my hands as I rested them on the floor. The longer pieces came up from in between my fingers. While I watched the lizard, I found myself occasionally having to adjust due to a slight tickle on my leg from the green grass. My constant changing positions probably caused its great escape.

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