Fandom: MacGyver

Category: gen

Rating: G

Word Count: 98

 

I can’t explain why I love wilderness. Something about drinking from a spring weeping straight from a stone. Standing in a grove of mossy trees when a sun break spills golden light on your face. Tasting, feeling, belonging to nature. There’s only life out here…above and below and all around.

I live in the city and I love it. I need the people and the feeling I get when I help them. I know I belong there.

But the deep woods — this raw country — it doesn’t need me. I need it.

Sometimes I need not to be needed.