My weakness

“Write a description of a wood, using similes/metaphors, in 200 words.”

Wrote this idea in June, still yet to do anything about it. Ever since the July bombing in London, Sri and I, especially him, are hardly prepare to make long journey by tube and bus.

Now, after about 3 months, I review the assignment question again, asking myself when am I ever going to complete this task. How am I going to find any ways to write about a wood or a river, with similes/metaphors? Which wood or river am I going to seek for?

The most magnificent wood I’ve ever seen is in Nant y Arian, in Wales. Shame to say that I was not in particular brave enough to walk through the reserve forest with a calm and tranquil mind. That I was more eager to finish the walk, looking forward for the final end rather than absorbing and breathing in the magnificent view, observing the natural flora and fauna and capturing the excellent English summer that day. I was too busy feeling panicky for nothing.

Now, I know that if I want to write a piece of article about the wood/river, I have to embrace and truly experience the feeling I have when I’m walking along the ground with the trees passing by me. I can never let my fear, agony or anxiety get a grip of me. I have to allow myself to follow the rhythm of the forest or river or lake. I have to let nature swallow myself fro a while. I have to trust nature to bath me in its glory and fortune.