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I haven't been to all of those places, but I have heard enough stories to feel that, in some way, I have also lived them. There are stories that don't sound like stories, but like confessions. People who return different, as if nature had whispered something in their ears that they couldn't explain, but they couldn't forget either.
One of the most repeated is that of the Northern Lights. 
They say it's not just about seeing it, it's about staying still while the sky begins to move. As if breathing. As if it had a life of its own. I've heard people literally be speechless. Not because of a lack of ideas, but because there are things that do not fit into the language. I have also been told about the moment when the cherry trees bloom in Japan. 
They don't describe it as an event but as a pause. Everything becomes slower, smoother. People sit, watch, share. And the flowers fall. They always fall. As if time wanted to remind you that beauty does not stay but it leaves its mark.
Then there are the more intense stories. The great migration in Africa. 
They told it to me with their eyes open, like someone who is still there. The ground shaking, the constant noise, the tension in the air. It's not a show, it's life pushing forward. It's pure instinct. It is surviving without asking.But what I like the most are those lesser-known stories, the ones that reach low. Like that of a beach where the water shines at night. 
Bioluminescence, they call it. But whoever told me about it only said “it seemed like magic.” 
Every step turned on light. Every movement left a trail. At that moment, the sea was not scary, it was calm. Or the desert that suddenly blooms. Years of drought and one day, color.
Flowers where there was nothing before. They told me it's like seeing a miracle without music, without advertisement. It just happens and if you're not there, you miss it. I've also heard of glaciers that sound like thunder breaking, of volcanoes that light up the night as if the earth had fire in its veins, of waterfalls so strong that they don't let you think about anything else. With all that, even though I haven't been there, I understood something. 
Nature doesn't need us to see it to be impressive. But when someone sees her she changes. It doesn't matter if it's in person or through someone else's story. There is something in those moments that stays with you. Something that makes you imagine, feel, even miss a place you've never been. Maybe that's why I like to listen. Because sometimes, the best images are not taken. They are counted.
