I bike through the woods, trying to think of ideas for English. I had spent a long weekend enjoying myself and definitely not thinking about English class or homework. This was until I remembered that I had to go outside and think about English class. I hopped onto my bike and made the leg straining climb up to the top of a hill near my house. A wind blew through my hair as I looked up. At this second I stopped and took a second to appreciate what was in front of me. An expanse of nature was there for me to take in, buds were peaking out at the world, the grass had started to show its true color expelling it’s winter brown for summer green. Even though I had biked away from campus I could still smell the newly placed mulch. Spring in it’s simplest form is mulch, new, full and pungent , when the mulch goes down the fields start to fill again, I have watched as seniors start to take stock of their experience. Now I’m the one finally understanding that I won’t be back on campus as a student soon. Nature provokes emotion, underlying pieces of my identity. I look over the domain I will soon be a student at. I take a deep breath and let it sink in and the bike ride is worth it.