It’s a beautiful, cloudless night. The moon was at its brightest today and I just couldn’t miss the beautiful chance to be under that amazing blanket of stars, to enjoy the gentle touch of the wind blowing against my skin. I took off my earphones and my clothes and went outside with only a towel tied around my waist. I could hear nature speak to me, I listened, processed and spoke back. Nature and I conversed, force-to-force. Our relationship, our understanding, our feelings. The chirping of the crickets, the sonar of the bats, the mosquito’s annoying tune. The faithful, old moon had its story to tell and lessons to teach. The faraway stars had knowledge to pass on. The insects were going about their basic activities and still found a way to teach a human. The soft, reassuring voice of the wind with words like those of a caring father. Nature spoke and I PERCEIVED with all my senses, PROCESSED with all my mind and REPLIED with all my body.