Tunnel of Trees

I welcomed today's respite from the heat and humidity.

After a long day at work it was home to a bike ride, reading, and a late dinner ... outside.

This cool, quiet night deserved a long walk.

I enjoyed the twilight darkness that the tunnel of trees created around the road outside my place.

Fireflies had begun their nightly flight, birds were finishing the last of the day's songs (they're quiet now), and there was woodsmoke in the air. Someone has got the right idea.

All's well.

One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it's still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for awhile and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with thier hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards.
- Edward Abbey