Retreat

In this sweet retreat, I wish to find the hidden grace of nature. Be among the whispers, be among the pines, be beneath the cascading streams, listening for the wisdom of the earth.

How gentle are the edges of the streams, how vibrant the life in the meadows, making melody with the gentle sway of every breeze.

Let this be my refuge, let it draw me close, where the background noise of the city fades, where I can hear my heart in tune with everything that lives.

• Jack Kerouac

• Jack Kerouac