Welcome to the balcony

I’m currently living in a second-floor apartment with a nice balcony that I sit on and listen to the frogs after a rain. Admire the hummingbirds that come to visit the feeder that I put up. I need some nature around me to survive. That is who I am.

How did I get here? What happened? Why aren’t I living in the 100 acre woods with Winnie the Pooh? What happened to my childhood where all the time was spent in the wooded part of the farm with my collie? I heard rumors that I would talk to the animals. It was just good to feel the earth around me without any anger. Was that wrong? Isn’t that why God created the woods? It was my “garden of Eden”.