I went hiking this morning and it was quite nice. Strangely, this specific trail had no other hikers besides me. I don’t know if that’s because I went rather early in the morning or because this place is secluded. I wasn’t bothered by it though. In fact, it was very enjoyable. Something about the morning as the sun paints silhouettes at dawn brings a sense of serenity that I don’t know how to describe.
Then I wondered why there is no word to describe the feeling of this precise moment? “The feeling or atmosphere one experiences that come when you take a peaceful stroll through the stillness of nature.” There is no actual word for it in the English language. It makes you question whether our culture lacks the understanding for moments like these, but who knows? Perhaps, the feelings produced through these moments are just beyond the description of words, something only an emotional encounter can express. What I do know is that these experiences have been truly felt within me.