![]() ![]() I've spent every single day this year looking at the hills. I recognized the sound, but I did not hear the music. ![]() Perhaps life was flashing by like a tape player speeded up. I may still have known it was there, but only because I recognized the cues from previous experience. The landscape had become a blur, after a while, I did not really see it any more. To have any chance of getting them done, I'd gradually been speeding up until finally I arrived in the fast lane. I may not have really noticed it, but I think that since "growing up" I'd been constantly taking on more and more responsibilities and projects. and what he discovers is more than just nature. Nature writer Bernd Heinrich takes to the woods to spend 365 days discovering the world around him. It reads -20☏ - 40 degrees colder than inside - a consolation.Īnd, then there's all the mice, and the thousands of flies. On my way to the outhouse I read the outside thermometer. Ooh! A year in the Maine woods sounds dreamy, doesn't it? Until you remember that a year also includes WINTER. But I don't remember the edge - the vividness of the spectacle. ![]() I remember, and that might reduce the amazement. ![]() I could see this display every year and not grow tired of it, like seeing the flight of geese, or hearing the bird songs in spring. I go around gaping, as if I have never seen anything like it before. Mostly what's on my mind right now are the fall colors. ![]()
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