A Loved Touch of Wild – The Daily Haiku

If I had to carry a pebble in my pocket for every time I longed; I mean deep longing to be in the woods on a quiet walk or to be camping in a primitive campsite I would not be able to keep my pants up. I try to take every touch of nature I get with a sense of thankfulness and an intent to savor. Even when all the tasks of the day have only afforded me the chance to walk out in the rain with the trash.


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