I am writing this while sitting on a bench marked number four in Johnson’s Woods located about twenty minutes away from the town of Wooster, Ohio. There is a group of chipmunks running in and out of their burrows, rustling the leaves, disturbing the silence. Mosquitoes, bees, flies and everything between buzzing in my ears. As I look around I notice a beautiful oak tree standing alone surrounded by various sorts of orange and red wild flowers. It extends taller than any of the other trees, watching over everything below. There is a marsh that seems to be forming underneath the boardwalk. The boardwalk is essential to allowing visitors to comfortably walk thru the forest. It is nice to be able to escape from the rustle and bustle of my everyday life and just sit here and reflect on the natural world.
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