Going Out, Going In

Sometimes I wonder whether it is possible to grow weary of the world. Sometimes I also wonder whether I have a severe case of retrograde amnesia. For instance: yesterday, after enduring a long trial of nature deprivation, I wound up at the Audubon Society in Greenwich, which has an abundance of outdoor trails. Near the beginning of my walk, I approached a bridge that crossed over a river. As I got nearer and noticed the water flowing underneath, my first reaction--following a somewhat dramatic gasp--was to exclaim "A river!", as if I were seeing such a thing for the first time. At least I get a good chuckle out of myself on occasion...

"I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in."
-John Muir