Solitude

Today I went down into the woods. Quietly, without the hum of everyday life filling my eardrums. The stillness is music, soothing, going deep down into my marrow. Trees creaking, snowflakes landing, water chasing. These are the quiet balm of a day spent in the woods, among the rock and soil.

"Our life if frittered away by detail. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand.

Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life?

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. A stereotyped but uncoscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things."

~Henry David Throeau