Harmony in Richmond Park

Yesterday I was sitting in my favourite spot in Richmond Park, encircled by a ring of aged pine trees. The rain had just stopped, and the scent of pine needle-infused forest-floor dew was everywhere. There was no-one around. The stillness was beautiful, punctuated only by the occasional sound of the wind playing with the pines. Sat on my log, I suddenly felt like everything was in equilibrium. I felt in complete harmony with nature around me; it was like existing inside a perfect world.