“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.” – John Muir
Into the woods.
Deep in nature.
Wash your spirit clean.
Swinger of birches.
Bathing in light.
Windows of God.
Go, reclaim yourself.
“I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.” ― Robert Frost