winding down

Monday afternoon, I clicked my heels (drove south into stop dead on the highway for an hour and a half kind of traffic) and ended up back in the city for the rest of the week.  The calm of the farm dissolved into the frenetic pace of a busy work week.  By the time I finished up my job and all the piled up office work, I found myself unwilling to fight rush hour traffic and the moose hours of dusk  further north.  What to do.  A walk in the woods, of course.  Puts me back on track every time.  Let's me know I'm one with the world.