Harmony with nature

My friends invited me today to go with them for the company in the woods for mushrooms. I refused. I thought about what it this early in the morning, to get out from under a warm blanket and go to the drizzling rain, somewhere to go far, wander the whole day through the damp earth in the forest, and then on coming home instead of falling dead from fatigue - first wash off the dirt and smell of smoke and then clean those mushrooms.
And behind the crypto-exchanges, who will watch? What if suddenly a "tothemoon"?
But some people surprise me. People who know how to live in harmony with nature. They easily get out into the woods for mushrooms/berries, camping, hunting/fishing and they look absolutely harmonious and natural in this world next to nature. And most importantly - they feel comfortable there.
They lie quietly on the grass, hide in leaves, turn their faces to the wind, cook soup in a bowler hat at the stake. And this is normal. I look at their photos and see: - here is a person, here is his essence, this is REAL. It's not like someone will lay out a few photos in the social network in an embrace with a tree every five years after getting out of town. Or next to a fire, a shish kebab roasts, as if in nature. And on his hands a hundred-dollar manicure, expensive clothes, in which it's terrible to sit down on a fallen tree, not to mention lying down, to bury your nose in a pile of dry leaves and inhale their smell.
I was always surprised by people who feel at home in the wild. On the lake, on the rocks, in the mountains, in the forest, on the sea ... not on the beach, namely the sea. They feel ... strong, or something. As if the sun had burned them, the rain drenched them, and the wind dried them. Such people after the summer become stubborn, staunch and proud until the very spring. And no cold, no rain, slush and dampness can not break them. This can not be learned. It's like faith in something. Or is or is not
So this harmony with nature. Or is or is not.