Monday afternoon, I clicked my heels (drove south into stop dead on the highway for an hour and a half kind of traffic) and ended up back in the city for the rest of the week. The calm of the farm dissolved into the frenetic pace of a busy work week. By the time I finished up my job and all the piled up office work, I found myself unwilling to fight rush hour traffic and the moose hours of dusk further north. What to do. A walk in the woods, of course. Puts me back on track every time. Let's me know I'm one with the world.