Beyond a memory, I feel the wind, I feel the chill of the water running down my arm and taste salt from yet another hot day under the hot sun.
I feel the isolation of being alone in the mountains, and the aerobic dance of the mind roaming with me, when far beyond the interference from machines, phones, radios, or even the sound of another human voice.
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“But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte