I feel sorry for my former self who found the Adirondacks only through its mountains. And rushed many more times with the notion that beauty is only synonymous with the concentric circles on topographic contours. 

Even when you think your education leads to independent thinking, it is actually shaped by the prevailing notions in your field of inquiry. A random internet search of this land will probably take you to the high peaks. 

Then there is the truth that emerges quietly from the peat floor. Where spiders web from grass pink to grass pink. For a brief few days, life puts on a brazen display over a bed of sedge and sphagnum. 

Let me be near to this truth all my life. Let me be wise enough to sink softly into this earth.