The View

The view from many mountains in Vermont are always ones to remember. The sea of rolling hills and green trees, the little splotches of houses here and there way off in the distance. The occasional lake with its water shimmering millions of tiny lights back at the sky. The clouds fluffy and small, giving way to the brilliant blue sky, like something out of a painting from Bob Ross himself. This sounds like an almost perfect summer day, except for the fact that it was probably a little too hot or warm, and the trees were really just one color: green. Sure the trees were in different shades of green, but from way up on a mountain, it seems as if all the greens are the same. That is why that same view in the fall seems so much more brilliant. The cool crisp air with the light breeze that makes it a little "too cold" as we are unprepared for winter and still in our summer atire. The oranges, yellows, reds, and even greens of the trees all stand out against the rolling hills, the little splotches of houses here and there. The lake or pond surrounded by all of those different colors, acting like a mirror to the turned leaves. It makes us forget about all of the hardships and problems with the world, while showing us an ideal one. While the view may be great and we wish we could be up their forever, there is a time when we have to come down, and realize the truths of the world that we live in. From afar, everything may seem alright and that's fine, but when you get up close to it, you can start to see the imperfections. The rolling hills being flattened for commercial living spaces, the trees being cut down, the big splotches of houses everywhere. The garbage and polution in the lake, and the sky slowly becoming less and less blue. But we don't see this from the view, we see the perfect place where nothing is wrong. We skip over the problems because we can't see them, creating the illusion that they aren't there at all. The view is something that we all want to see, and maybe you think you have seen it. But the reality is, a lot of things have to change because we can all see "the view."

Nolan Pepe

VT

18 years old

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