The Wind Blew Me Here

I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend
four hours a day at least – and it is commonly more than that – sauntering
through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all
worldly engagements. – Henry David Thoreau, Walking What wind brought me here I know not. Was it the scent that
it carried, the call of the wild; that indescribable – insatiable – scent of
nature, that bellowing – singing – of her children. I ask myself this. And I
come to agree that it is this and more. However it was wrought not in my mind
although I cherished learning it. It was born in my heart (and it is funny I
say this because I’m fully aware my heart is just a muscle, and it is from my
brain that these words flow). I haven’t found the answer yet, but I seek it. I
am however no seeker of treasure nor tiger. Do I seek solace then,
companionship, solitude, a mere fantasy? Do I seek to escape from the iron cold
fists of the city? Do I seek to discover myself, is that t…