Class Assignment - Quickwrite - A Blessing

When I close my eyes, and someone says the word 'nature', the first thing that comes to mind for me are fields. In Belgium, we lived in a house right by the fields. Everyday when I went home, I would either sit inside or on the fence, and look at the fields. The patches of green and yellow and orange overlap and roll on to eachother. Trees growed in four's and five's around the fields, and little houses poked out from random places. Belgium is known for its plains and flat geography. And I lived right beside it. Occasionally, I see rabbits chasing eachother and disappearing into invisible burrows. The image looked like it had been cut by half, one half the field, and one half the sky. The sky was the most vibrant blue, with white, fluffy clouds playing tag across the sky. In spring, the trees in our garden blossomed into different colors, while in autumn, everything turns brown, orange, and yellow, as leaves blow across the whole land. And in winter, everything was white. Whenever I think about this, I feel a strong sense of nostalgia. It makes me think back to the days when I could stare out the window, and my eyes could see far, far landscape. Now, when I look out my window, all I can see is the next building four meters away. I kind of feel trapped in a city, and  somehow, along with the city, my mind feels trapped, too. In Belgium, like what I see, my mind can go as far as it can. In general, thinking about this just makes me feel nostalgic and makes me reminisce my life in Belgium.