Thoreau spent two years in the woods. He did this for a reason, you know.
I would stay away for two years, too, but I have another life to live. So when the Shadow threatens to purloin Joy from my soul, I venture outside for solace offered by the universe. Like a sunset.
Oh, how the sun smoothed my ruffled humanity tonight as it sank behind my bayou cabin!
Cotton-candy pink means that everything will be all right – at least for one night.
“Red skies in the morning,
Sailors take warning.
Red skies at night,
Sailors sleep tight.”
Sleep tight, Gentle Reader, but not before you go outside. ♥