Stop and unplug,” say I; “look around you, at the vastness and greatness of the natural world.” Some stop. Others need binoculars to tie their shoelaces.

As the natural world grows smaller, so too does its intensity and the size of the window through which it may be viewed.

I’m likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.

Seek a slower, simpler life.

Beauty is like the storm. Beauty has its natural motions. A calmness of spirit signals its arrival. Its departure is marked by misery.

To watch the dawn emerge from the night undoubtedly gives a heavenly feeling! The fresh sun rays entwine with the dark horizon and peep out of the creek with tranquil grin.