Forgotten Gully

Yesterday after dinner, I decided to go for a walk through the Gully just by my neighborhood. I walked up Segolily Drive and through the neighborhood until i reached one of the paths into the gully. I turned off of the main sidewalk and walked down a miny alley made up of fences, and before I knew it I was away from the city. As I began to trail up the cedar mulch path I felt like I was walking in my own meadow in the Lake District. The mountains were green and majestic; I had forgotten how big they were. The tiny canyon in the gully had green spreading like wildfire up and down every hill and hidden nook. I had forgotten how green the world could be. As I climbed up one my last hills for the night, I walked down a little side trail off of the main path until I found a wooden fence. I climbed up the fence and sat on the top for awhile and just listened to the numerous birds all around me. I had forgotten how much I loved the sound of birds. After enjoying the peace and quiet I found hidden in the busy suburb, i treked back to the main path I was on and headed back home. As I looked down into the valley, the sun blared in my eyes begining its trek downward. I had forgotten how much I missed watching the sunset. Being surrounded by vast and open lush beauty, I almost felt like I was running through green meadows in Europe. Then I realized at that moment that even though I stil have mountains to climb and sites to see in foreign plcaes, I still have so much to discover in my own backyard. I had almost forgotten that.