Yesterday I went on a hike. By myself. I really need to make this a regular thing. I can only take so much pavement and asphalt, you know? Sometimes, I can't remember the last time I was in a non-manmade environment. The times I am happiest and feel most like my true self, I am away from buildings and all that. Just out in the woods. There is a poem that Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote that sums up this feeling, but she wrote about the sea the way I feel about the woods. Here's part of it:
People the waves have not awakened,
Spanking the boats at the harbour's head,
What do they long for, as I long for,–
Starting up in my inland bed
So I went to the woods yesterday. It was beautiful and felt like home.