I always notice that when I leave town for even just a day, I get much… calmer. Even when the town I’m leaving is an excellent, beautiful one—Boulder, Colorado—I get a feeling out there in the Western space that just can’t be replicated when I’m caught in the embrace of urban/suburban America. A quiet of mind and clarity of vision that I can only achieve when the expanse is vast and there’s nothing in the way of the deep blue evening sky.
“Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break….I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.”
― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness