This Weight

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more
- Lord Byron

Some days these grey skies seem to lash all quick spirits to the earth. Give yourself to the wind of it, the dark of it, and the voices of the pines will greet you.
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