Picture of the Nature of the Gopher Tortoise Sanctuary

Immediately drawing me in, the smooth desert connects me to the constant rotation of the Earth beneath the weight of my clothed body. The tan gradients make up a delicate scene behind green bars, enclosing and fencing another dimension of sheer power. My mind hones in on the view directly in front of my eyes. A small island settled amidst a lagoon of sand and stone, begging me to soak up every last detail like a sponge pulling in water. I’m urged to reach out and feel the smooth curves that lie upon the surface of the beached sanctuary. My mind blanks as I lose words to properly describe the complete beauty that drowns me beneath a sea of peace. Filling my every sense is an indescribable energy that radiates off of the ground and throughout my limbs, stretching from the tips of my toes to the top of my skull. I can taste the sweet feeling of warmth mixed with a subtle island breeze that shakes me to my spine. I let my head wonder and follow the path carved by the breeze as I fall into a dreamlike state. My eyes dizzy as I follow the intricate patterns of the clouds. My fingers tense as noise after noise invades my eardrums, causing the grip on my pencil to tighten and constrict my hand from writing with ease. The clear light of day that shines through the clouds pulls me back to Earth as I collapse to a pile of skin and bones in the middle of a black drive, heated from the hours of sun-on-pavement. The sweet horizon calls me and pulls me into its realm as my eyes have nowhere else to look but up.