To stand beneath the towering pines, at dusk, amazes me. The evening light dances with the soft voices of the stars, a curling mist drifting up through trunks, where we hear the earth breathing deep.
- Gary Snyder
To stand beneath the towering pines, at dusk, amazes me. The evening light dances with the soft voices of the stars, a curling mist drifting up through trunks, where we hear the earth breathing deep.