“I love not Man the less, just Nature more.” – George Gordon Byron

The sun gazes upon my skin from a superior location than my own; I watch the condensation produced by such warmth trickle down the side of my little plastic cup. Looking out into it, into the greenery, knowing–I am a part of this and most certainly not the maker, nor any man the maker of beauty such as this. Each asymmetrical wrinkle in the bark of the three-headed tree I lay my eyes upon burrows itself in the most effortless nature imaginable. Funny thing, trees. Together, they make a forest and become more admired by man. A single tree on its own, however, has to be spectacular in stature and age to gain awe and praise from man. Perhaps this ideology is because we project our own society onto nature. With numbers gains power–this is universal. Yet, a single man can be just as powerful as an army of men if such a man gains the respect of thousands. This is to be indeed true to nature in the eyes of man.

–Whilst sipping coffee on the back porch of Wake Up Coffee Co. SSI, GA