I love nature, but I also respect her power. She can be beautiful and nearly perfect, but we all know perfect women don’t exist. She is also like a mother – nurturing, but also able to destroy when taken for granted or pushed too far. So I’m careful not to go hiking within her sacred places. In marveling at her beauty, it’s easy to forget that she can also be a deranged femme fatale. Best I remember she’s always trying to kill me in the worst imaginable way, at every turn.
