Nature has; Her very Essence is the antidote for that sort of dull burden that accompanies the mind when it is preoccupied with the artificial in its attempt to resist the mundane.
Though absent long,
These forms of beauty have not been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet [.]
~ William Wordsworth