I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
~ John Muir, from JOHN OF THE MOUNTAINS