I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadow

I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.
----Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose