Nature

     The birds are chirping. The sun is shining. The clouds are doing their rounds around the sky, once in a while blocking the sunlight to shine over the city. The air smells fresh. Occasionally, the wind pushes the scent of the food being cooked by the restaurant down the block to be inhaled by my nose. An airplane will soar through the sky sometimes. The sirens of the ambulance can be heard. I pray for the poor souls who lost their lives while I sat down on my front porch, observing the heroes who would attempt to save them. The rush of the cars on the freeway overpowers the chirps of the birds after a while. The clouds continue to rotate, doing their daily rounds. I hear a screeching sound but the crash or boom never come. The fortunate soul has escaped injury or death this time. I see green. I see buildings. I see plants. I see cars. Los Angeles is a city built within a basin.
    The takeover of technology has influenced the change of the city dramatically. You are laying down, eyes closed, listening to the chirping of the birds and the rush of the winds, thinking you are enjoying nature. A second later, you will hear the rush of the cars, the jets of the airplanes, and the sirens of the ambulance. There is no full escape from technology. Even in the woods, one must use either navigation or a phone to locate themselves. There is no escape. We are trapped in the world of technology. Some consider this a positive change, some consider this a negative. Everything is in the perspective of the beholder.