|Table Rock Mountain State Park, South Carolina.|
So, whenever I can, I have to get the hell out of the city.
Sure, just traveling to the countryside helps a little bit. But I can still hear the engines and smell the stink of diesel fumes. The call of the birds is partially hidden even there. Winds blowing through the pines takes a back seat to the constant hum of the goddamned roads.
No. None of that. I have to get away. Really away. If not into outright wilderness, at least into the general vicinity of such.
|Hospital Rock Trail, Jones Gap State Park, South Carolina.|
Only then can I relax and feel comfortable.
Sanity needs a recharge.