The quiet moorlands and the dense woods were my shrines. I lingered along lonely roads, I stepped into paths overgrown with lawless vegetation. I stood by the shore of limpid reservoirs and lochs. I lay down in the lush green grass whose summer scent intoxicate me, and I wallowed in the warmth of the sun as a soft breeze caused my skin to tingle.

The realm of nature was a constant spectacle that kept me in awe; life in all shapes, colors and sizes. A frog lurking in the moist grass; a bee foraging white clover flowers; butterflies circling around a bunch of cuckoo flowers; an ant and a caterpillar In an even-handed relationship that benefit both; elusive birds hiding into the luxuriant foliage of trees and whose chirping sounds One could hear so distinctly; the trickling melody of a nearby brook whose water sparkle in the golden light of a late summer day.