Serenity

Have any of you ever noticed that it's really hard to become or stay mad when you're surrounded my beautiful trees and amazing rocks? It's like there's something in the oxygen that they create that fills our heads with calm. Now I know that if one inhales pure oxygen, then they're going to get just a little high; but is it really the same thing?
All I know is that since I was a little girl, I have loved being in the woods, surrounded by trees, away from the hustle and bustle of the modern world. Trees are the best monkey bars, in my opinion, rocks are the most amazing cots for taking cool afternoon naps, and the wind that smells so clean and fresh is what seems like all you would ever need for sustenance.
When I'm in the woods, alone or surrounded by people--it doesn't matter--, I am Serenity.
Serenity is a person that no one can hate. She doesn't try to impress people, she doesn't badger people, and she has no morals--good or bad. She just exists, in and of herself. No one else really matters. Now, don't get me wrong, she's not narcissistic. She just floats, in so many words. She does whatever she wants, whenever she wants, no matter who is watching.
I rely on Serenity whenever something is bothering me. She makes me forget about everything wrong in the world. I drown myself in her imaginary existence [I love oxy-morons!].
[I really don't feel like writing a blog or going into details. I have a story for Figler to focus on. Grr.]