Nature's Call Amid Urban Chaos

I didn't feel like climbing that ridge, but the wind forced my patience to buckle, and the gulls kept their raucous chorus as if mocking the silence I crave. Even the squirrel's industriousness feels like a petty performance, a reminder that I'm chasing fleeting moments instead of simply existing. The city still pumps its gray into the valley—an insult to every leaf I try to protect. My camera stays in my pocket because ignoring the flash would mean admitting I miss my own stubborn curiosity. #NatureSkeptic 🌲