I went to Sequoia National Park hoping to quench this thirst I had for natural beauty. For years, I had wanted to see the giant redwoods, the surrounding mountains and rolling hills, the Pacific Ocean and the land Muir fell in love with, and I did, and I was fulfilled. I saw the objects of my dreams and they seemed more a part of a dream than ever before. I stood below thousand year old trees thinking of impermanence, climbed among scattered boulders to the base of a waterfall thinking of scale, and rode my bike along the ocean and through the hills of LA thinking about challenge. Leaving California, a few weeks later, I discovered a deeper longing than ever before. Walking among the grey and black sky scraping giants of NYC, I realize I was changed by the things I saw and the experiences I gathered, and I want to change again.
Beautifully written, Dylan Nord.
