"ever charming, ever new, / when will the landscape tire the view?"
- john dyer (british poet. 1699-1757)
i have lived in this cramped, congested little country for more than half my life now; it is home, it is fair enough, it is familiar. it is the choice i made.
but i can still be surprised: i can round a corner and be caught by a scene of such endless beauty that, at that moment, captivated, i cannot imagine contentment anywhere else.