On my way to class last Thursday, I saw a small, white butterfly fluttering directly in front of my path. While this particular butterfly lacked the colorful designs of most butterflies, I thought it was beautiful in its own rights. I couldn't help thinking that perhaps the butterfly was performing some sort of dance that only its species would recognize, as it fluttered gracefully away. That thought, along with the fact that I have not seen a butterfly in months, was enough to bring a smile on my face.
I guess I always had a fascination with nature. As much as I appreciate nature and all the beauty around us, I am also well aware of its danger. The first time I realized that I liked earth science was in sixth grade, when a guest speaker made a presentation on "what to do" in case of natural disasters. I read about tsunamis and I just kept reading and reading all about it. When I studied about earthquakes and tornadoes in my first year of high school (in "Principles of Science" - a course I signed up for despite my teacher's recommendation to take Biology Honors), I even thought I wanted to become a storm chaser! And even though I had to play "catch-up" by taking two science courses the following year, I never regretted my decision! ;)
Speaking of nature and its wonders, have you ever seen a shooting star? I've only seen it once, two years ago, and coincidentally on Thanksgiving. That night, my family went on an outing, and we decided that we'd drive home instead of staying elsewhere. I was sitting in the back of the car, listening to the soft music playing from the radio, and feeling blessed to be with my family. Then my younger brother commented that there were lots of stars out there! I looked, and much to my amazement, I saw a sky full of stars! The only other times I've seen skies full of stars were in Hong Kong, which were plenty since we lived on the top floor. It was, however, the first time I saw so many stars in the U.S. I just stared at the big, wide sky, wistfully thinking about the past, wondering about my good ol' friends, and trying (unsuccessfully) to look at the stars in a way so that I could identify the constellations.
I couldn't fall asleep in the car that evening, so I just look at the stars for most of the ride to see which one might be the brightest. And then, there it was. The shooting
star. I saw it flashed across the sky and I was delighted! Immediately, I exclaimed something along the lines of, "Oh my gosh, did you guys see the shooting star?" Like the kid that I was (and probably still am), I made a wish on the shooting star. That same special wish I made on my birthday every year.
These are all little things, but it is pretty amazing that they can provide so much comfort and that warm feeling of contentment...
I guess I always had a fascination with nature. As much as I appreciate nature and all the beauty around us, I am also well aware of its danger. The first time I realized that I liked earth science was in sixth grade, when a guest speaker made a presentation on "what to do" in case of natural disasters. I read about tsunamis and I just kept reading and reading all about it. When I studied about earthquakes and tornadoes in my first year of high school (in "Principles of Science" - a course I signed up for despite my teacher's recommendation to take Biology Honors), I even thought I wanted to become a storm chaser! And even though I had to play "catch-up" by taking two science courses the following year, I never regretted my decision! ;)
Speaking of nature and its wonders, have you ever seen a shooting star? I've only seen it once, two years ago, and coincidentally on Thanksgiving. That night, my family went on an outing, and we decided that we'd drive home instead of staying elsewhere. I was sitting in the back of the car, listening to the soft music playing from the radio, and feeling blessed to be with my family. Then my younger brother commented that there were lots of stars out there! I looked, and much to my amazement, I saw a sky full of stars! The only other times I've seen skies full of stars were in Hong Kong, which were plenty since we lived on the top floor. It was, however, the first time I saw so many stars in the U.S. I just stared at the big, wide sky, wistfully thinking about the past, wondering about my good ol' friends, and trying (unsuccessfully) to look at the stars in a way so that I could identify the constellations.
I couldn't fall asleep in the car that evening, so I just look at the stars for most of the ride to see which one might be the brightest. And then, there it was. The shooting
star. I saw it flashed across the sky and I was delighted! Immediately, I exclaimed something along the lines of, "Oh my gosh, did you guys see the shooting star?" Like the kid that I was (and probably still am), I made a wish on the shooting star. That same special wish I made on my birthday every year.
These are all little things, but it is pretty amazing that they can provide so much comfort and that warm feeling of contentment...