I stand high above the rolling hills of West Berkshire. All of this beauty laid before me, the world at peace in its cycle of death and rebirth, all in balance. Walking back home I cannot help but notice the silence, was it always so silent? The birds singing, children playing and the sounds of everyday life buzz around me and yet it feels silent. I keep walking, stopping to refill my water bottle and sit in the warmth of the sun before I return home.
My eyes shoot open, the noise of traffic drowning out my alarm. “Go for a walk and get outside !” I hear my mum call out to me. It’s hot, it’s far too hot, so I search for somewhere to fill my water bottle. I settle for a plastic bottle from the shop so I can rest from the heat of the sun. It feels silent, I wonder whether I am still dreaming though we’ve all grown deaf to the sound of traffic. Reaching the top of the hill, I stare out to the rolling hills of West Berkshire. What do I see? I see smoke, I see nature struggling against itself, and I see humanity’s choice.