Meditative woods scene
Today is 9/11, and though this is not a particularly noteworthy anniversary of the terrorist attack—it happened 12 years ago—it still hits me hard every time the date rolls around. Maybe it's the fact that the weather is similarly hot and summery; maybe it's the fact that the world remains a dangerous place and we haven't stopped being at war with a shadowy enemy bent on returning civilization to the Dark Ages. ( I have no good feelings for any kind of fundamentalism.) In any case, I sought refuge in the woods and the natural world. There was a measure of peace in the song of an unseen Red-eyed Vireo, solace in the whispers of leaves.