So here’s what I miss, as summer draws to an end:
seeing what rises so high above me
that is not of human construction—
which is to say feeling small in comparison
to something other than a building.
Whether that’s the mountains of the Alps
or the evergreens in the hills of western North Carolina,
there’s just something about feeling small in nature
so vastly different from looking up
to what rises above me made by human hands.
The mountains and trees rise,
more separate from me—
thus, somehow, more impressive to me,
and I can lose myself in a greater whole
rather than just getting lost.