In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
After a couple of really long, rough weeks at work, I feel ready to take a break – a short one would suffice, I say. Happy to take refuge in the mountains nearby for a few days … they’ve always been such a perfect retreat … and have come to mean as much over time.