When I dance, I dance, when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and
when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off
matters for some part of the time, for some other part I lead them back again
to the walk,
the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, to myself.
Montaigne
image from Le stagioni dei poeti, agenda 2011, Castalia Casa Editrice
