i went on a walking tour, as thoreau would see "walking" ( see: Timmy Carter), and on this walking tour i felt good, not so much lonely, because i was being secure in who i am and what i wanted to do.

i walked several miles, shot many hoops in a wonderful court, picked up two nice round stones for my front porch, ate some good tex-mex, and sat in starbucks reading wonderful poetry.

Great Friend

I walk in nature still alone
And know no one
Discern no lineament nor feature
Of any creature.

Though all the firmament
is o'er me bent,
Yet still I miss the grace
Of an intelligent and kindred face.

I still must seek the friend
Who does with nature blend,
Who is the person in her mask,
He is the man I ask.

Who is the expression of her meaning,
Who is the uprightness of her leaning,
Who is the grown child of her weaning

The center of this world,
The face of nature,
The site of human life,
Some sure foundation
And nucleus of a nation--
At least a private station.

We twain would walk together
Through every weather,
And see this aged nature,
Go with a bending stature. - Henry David Thoreau

Trees

I with Nature's gentle chord
Am soft and simple

And sometimes bored.- Jesse