I want to share this bit of writing from Virginia Woolf that I came across today while reading The Waves. I connect. Books, nature, solitude or fire?
“Should I seek some tree? Should I desert these form rooms and libraries, and the broad yellow page in which I read Catallus, for woods and fields? Should I walk under beech trees, or saunter along the river bank, where the trees meet like united lovers in the water? But nature is too vegetable, too vapid. She has only sublimities and vastitudes and water and leaves. I begin to wish for firelight, privacy and the limbs of one person”