Place Entry #3: Color and Temperature in Raccoon State Park

I love Raccoon Creek State Park.  The trails are challenging, long, usually undisturbed by other humans, so you're by yourself, in a feeling of solace, even if you're not upset about something.  I like this park because all of the trails in the heart of summer are so warm and green.  From the ground to the tree canopies, green.  In that setting, this color will never get old for me, I will never grow weary of the green moss, green leaves, green ferns.  Then suddenly, you approach a different color.  It's the natural spring: an orange-red hued, towering rock that sometimes barely trickles during dry spells.  This change in color is what makes the natural world so beautiful.  We make crayons that match the colors found in nature, and these crayons are often described as such: sky blue, lemon yellow, mulberry, apricot, cornflower, even eggplant!  And as you traipse and climb further into the forest, in the heart of the summer, the temperature cools, and gets even cooler as you approach the spring.  Another thing we take from nature's integrity other than its colors: the beauty of the cooling affect of temperatures within woodlands during hot summer days.  The air we've created is synthetic, artificial air (conditioning) to emulate this comfortable temperature.  However such air can never really be mimicked; the air in nature's forests are clean, quiet, and still, and a cool, gentle breeze doesn't leave you shivering like AC does, just refreshed.  No, nothing can mimic the comfort one feels from the warm airs of the earth.

The water from the spring tastes blood-like from its iron content, and some days this taste is worse than others, but after walking to it, especially if you've taken the side with the slope, you must drink some for your efforts, your reward.  After all, that spring, it is the goal of all travelers who take that path, whether up the sloped trail or the flat one, there is only one ending: that spring.
For some reason, when I go to Raccoon Park I feel so child-like again: I want to climb, and get dirty, especially with the promise of cool, natural spring water to cool you down or clean you up. 
As you turn away from the spring and onto another path, you're once again greeted by the green luster of the forest.  No crayon color could imitate the real color of green as nature intended it, and those metallic, neon colors are just atrocious.  You're also re-entering the warmer temperature from the cool temperature and this causes you to get goosebumps, at least I do almost every time.

All is well, I am in solace although I am not upset about anything, and I take my time getting back to my car, where I will probably crank up my synthetic, human-invented cooling system, for sometimes days in the heart of summer can be unbearable.