to escape into the quiet. I reach for this to escape into my mind.
Ahhh, the urge to create. I can feel it pull at me, compelling me to do something, make something, anything. Just....create. And so I do...and when I feel satiated and satisfied with my creation, I'll escape to the outdoors for a walk around town, or a slow stroll in the woods, or a quiet paddle down a river. Yesterday, I rode my bike. Will you look who I found?
I laugh. Clearly, someone had a greater need to create than I.
