Had I gone looking for some particular place rather than any place, I’d never have found this spring under the sycamores. Since leaving home, I felt for the first time at rest. Sitting full in the moment, I practiced on the god-awful difficulty of just paying attention. It’s a contention of Heat Moon’s-leaving as he does any traveler who misses the journey misses about all he’s going to get-that a man becomes his attentions. His observations and curiosity, they make and remake him.
William Least Heat-Moon from Blue Highways
photo: brandon smith