43.8554° N, 102.3397° W
The earth is a descendant of the sky. It allows itself to be what it is. Nature has no ego. It is raw, unedited, essential, the seductive dream our cities have just before twilight. We awaken from everything we forgot about ourselves when we enter the realm of nature. In the city, we live our days without crushing pine needles as we walk, or discovering mossy rocks full of macrocosmic worlds of lichen and red-stemmed feather moss. I wonder often, could I leave the city, could I live inside a dream of the trees? But how would I choose one place to live? And who would share such a life with me?