"In the morning was a heavy dew and a cold sharp moon and the continuous bells of sheep. I woke shivering to eat a breakfast of goat's cheese, then watched the sunlight move slowly down the trunks of pine trees, dark red, as though they bled from the top. Nearby was a waterfall pouring into a bowl of rock, where I stripped and took a short sharp bathe. It was snow-cold, brutal, and revivifying, secluded among the trees, and when I'd finished I sat naked on a mossy stone, slowly drying in the rising sun. Gulping the fine dry air and sniffing the pitch-pine mountain, I was perhaps never so alive and so alone again." - Laurie Lee
