Green is all I see. Rich, luscious green landscape and rough rocks placed in the rich soil is all I see. The wind whips about my hair from behind. It is just as rough as those rocks, but it feels liberating. There is a force stronger than myself on the face of this earth and it gripped me well. I turn to face the open Atlantic Ocean. I stand on the edge of an incredibly deep cliff and watch as the enormous waves crash mercilessly into the rocks beneath me with thunderous violence. I breathe the clean, fresh air. What a difference it is from the polluted city smog. I…