If I'm on the highway, and look out the window, and (this is the important thing) manage to see past the edge of the road, I am struck by the amount of forest there is. I am banged over the head with the fact and left with a mild concussion. I don't know why, but I wish that I could take some food and water, something to read or listen to, and maybe as well something fun and minorly useful like a hunting knife, and just walk through these beautiful deciduous spring forests of North Carolina (only 1 in 5 trees or less should be a pine), for days and days and days and all the nights in between, and maybe just keep heading straight for dead center of nowhere, bathe in the sunlight filtering through the glorious new leaves, sit on top of a grassy hill and watch clouds billow and burst overhead, count meteors and make up my own constellations, and generally see no signs of civilization whatsoever. My thoughts are only half-polarized but I think their basic direction is that I wish this planet was a good deal more isolated.
posted on Wednesday, April 09, 2003
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