As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest,
or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream,
the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.
~ Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping ~
I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it all
I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
~Agatha Christie~