Nature Walk

So I went on a nature walk with this girl like….2 days ago?
It was….different, I suppose.

So anyway, I get a text from this girl right? She’s wondering if I’m doing anything today. After I told her no. She said meet me at Centennial Park in like 30mins.

I get up, get changed and head out the door.

It’s about a 45min walk, so I had some time to think to myself for a bit.

The girl I was going to meet was one of those artistic teens. She sees the beauty in almost everything. And is an amazing poet
(It’s pretty fucking cool tbh)

So it’d make perfect sense why she’d wanna meet at a park.

You know what, let’s just call her….Amanda for this, because saying “This girl” over and over is fucking annoying.

Right. So Amanda & I met a few years ago. When I was in the school play, I would help her paint the sets and stuff. We got to know each other and ended up smoking together blah blah blah

I don’t like her in the way you probably think I do. But she’s a real nice person, and really helpful too.

Another off-topic paragraph….I really abuse these dividers man, I put one in everytime I’m getting back into the story, just so it helps me out a bit.

Makes the blog look real nice too 🙂

OKAY BACK TO THE STORY!

I finally reach the park, and met up with Amanda.
“Hey, there’s a cool path we can take. Cuts right through the mountain.” She says.
(The park is basically a BIG ASS mountain, with all these paths. Perfect for sledding lol)
We get to this “path” which is really just running through the trees.
“You sure people actually USE this?” I asked,brushing tree branches out of my face.
“Well…I do.” She looks at me. “Don’t I count as a person?”
“No.” I laughed.

We kept walking, & finally we came to a clearing. Amanda grabs a seat on a stump covered in like nasty stuff.
“That stump has fungus on it.” I said,kicking some of the stuff off.
“It used to be alive.” She said. “Until someone cut it down. Now it’s dead.”
I pretended to pray. “Mother Nature,praise thee.”

“Sit.” She inched over, leaving me a little space to rest my big ass on the small stump.
I could already feel the dampness of the stump,soaking into the back of my jeans. I made a quick mental note to wash them later.

“Close your eyes and listen.”
I did what I was told.
“What do you hear?”
I thought about it. “Erm, birds. And I can sorta hear cars.”
“And what do you smell?”
I sniffed the air and grinned. “Animal poop.”
flick, flick
Hey, I know that sound. It’s sounds like a lighter-
I sniffed again. Oh I knew that smell too well. The smell of ganja.
I opened my eyes and behold, she had her pipe out.

“Now this,this is a smell I can relate too.” I grinned.

And so we smoked. As I became more and more stoned. She told me to close my eyes again. So I did.

Then the most beautiful thing happened. She started to sing.
Her voice was the most angelic thing I think I’ve heard ever. That’s basically the only way to describe it.(It was The Sun by Shiny Toy Guns if you’re really curious. <3 that song)

It was absolutely moving.

After she finished. I opened my eyes again, and maybe I was just really stoned. But for once, I was really calm.
Anxiety was gone.
Wasn’t thinking about anything, my mind was completely blank. it was kinda scary but relieving at the same time.

“I come here a lot” She said. “Mostly to do homework when the weather is good.”
I wanted to tell her how I felt, what this spot now meant to me,how at peace I was with myself & the world.
But I couldn’t put it into words at all.

I stared at her and smiled.

After I got home, I had a new love for cannabis and nature.

Defiantly blazing and going out for a walk more often. 🙂

~Nass