Russell Thompson
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The Green Light
Nestled in one of California’s most beautiful landscapes was a college. Its construction did little harm to the hilly terrain that it rested upon though, I assure you. There is power in nature, oftentimes too subtle for most to notice, which demands respect. Tales as old as time warned of eternal beings that punished those who disobeyed. They were just stories nowadays, but the builders acknowledged those traditions and completed the project with them in mind. They did not carve and pound their way through the construction like most would choose to do. It is easier to destroy and reshape the terrain to an individual’s liking, of course, but these builders knew better. The buildings themselves were a stone's throw from the embrace of the ancient redwood forests. My, how those giants bring a gentle peace to all living things that visit or reside in them. Some folks have made light-hearted remarks regarding the almost eerie effect the forest has on how quickly the sounds of humankind disappear once their feet touch the rich soil. For most it is a welcome quiet. It’s an invaluable luxury in this modern world to have access to a natural, almost completely untouched piece of history filled with life. Our minds and bodies are not meant to be surrounded by sharp skyscrapers and bustling traffic. This lifestyle does nothing to nourish the soul. It is precisely the main reason both young and old are drawn to the redwoods. One of those people being Danny.
By Russell Thompson3 years ago in Fiction