There is a little haven of trees and creek in the woods near my house where the leaves still crunch under my feet, and this quiet crackling reminds me of autumn. Every once in a while I wake up early, put my dog on a leash, and go to this lovely place simply to breathe and think. Everyone should have a happy place like this to call their own.
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive live into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms."
-Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
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