The Bookish Kind: Walden Cottage

I have named the little cabin, "Walden Cottage."

It will never be mine, but I do get to drive past it all of the time. Truly the summer of Thoreau.

"Most of the luxuries

and many of the so-called

comforts of life are not only

not indispensable, but positive

hindrances to the elevation

of mankind." - Walden

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth