Ever notice how quiet an early morning walk can be? Maybe it's because the day is so fresh. Perhaps "unspoiled" is the word I'm looking for. There just doesn't seem to be any evidence of the chaos that existed yesterday; the signs of man are gone if you focus narrowly on nature... I wonder if the subtle enjoyment I feel (when rustling up my will to get out of bed) that brings me early to a quiet place may still be available in fifty years or so.... Or, will it be very different then for others who may feel the way I do? Will there still be ice at the poles? Will our children get the same or similar oportunities? I wonder. And, I worry about that. What a shame if my grandchildren or great grandchildren are deprived in some way of the holiness and beauty I have found in nature ... Do you know what I mean?
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