While I love visiting cities of all places for all their uniqueness and history – whether modern or ancient, I have to say that my favorite places to seek refuge is in unfettered areas where man has not overly populated or altered the areas within which such beauty lies. Nature is my melody and muse, and its lack of intrusive modernity is my music. But if I were to choose a “modern” place to be, it would be in a place such as Oxford – a large town, but not quite a city – where one can spot a familiar face wherever one goes whilst witnessing the glorious “ancient” buildings that frame many bygone and present stories within the cushion of green and trees within which they exist.
The most glorious of places is in the solitude of nature: water, land, trees, plants, birds, animals, and mountainous cathedrals etched out through time, weather, and the ever-shifting earth. Man cannot create such beauty, but can merely stand in awe of what he sees, allowing his imagination to formulate art based on such majesty. In my mind, nature will always triumph, and we will always strive to outwit her design, only to be dwarfed by the sheer scale of her creation.
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