More bush-worshipping...

Yes, I actually hug a tree whenever I can.
Yes, I make sure the coast is clear before wrapping my arms around the trunk!

The loudness of evening crickets,
Though not so loud as the deafening traffic.

The white glow of the half-moon,
Though not so bright as the hospital-like streetlights.

The crackling of bark, rough beneath my feet,
Though not so annoying as tiptoeing around broken glass.

The white noise of the cascading stream,
Though not so brooding as the city's low hum.

The lime-gree strobing of the firefly,
Though not so dense as the surburban night skyline.

Being alone in the bush --
Nothing like being alone in the city.