"I like to live in the sound of water, in the feel of mountain air.
A sharp reminder hits me: this world is still alive; it stretches out
there shivering toward its own creation, and I'm a part of it. Even
my breathing enters into an elaborate give-and-take, this bowing
to sun and moon, day or night, winter, summer, storm, still –- this
tranquil chaos that seems to be going somewhere. This wildernesswith a great peacefulness in it. This motionless turmoil, this everything dance."
Even in Quiet Places