song of the open road

traveling with me you find what never tires
the earth never tires,
the earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,
i swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

you but arrive at the city to which you were destin’d, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call’d by an irresistible call to depart // walt whitman

it took all of one hour, alone, in the silence of napa valley to realize what i’m meant to do.