I cannot help but identify and feel what Muir is getting at here (read below). Who hasn’t had a time when they were lost in complete awe of the natural world? It is at these moments of pure wonder and enchantment, when I feel as Muir does, wishing to but stay forever to watch the grandeur of nature change through the seasons and years.
“If I had a few sacks of flour, an axe, and some matches, I would build a cabin of pine logs, pile up plenty of firewood about it and stay all winter to see the grand fertile snow-storms, watch the birds and animals that winter thus high, how they live, how the forests look snow-laden or buried, and how the avalanches look and sound on their way down the mountains. But now I’ll have to go, for there is nothing to spare in the way of provisions. I’ll surely be back, however, surely I’ll be back. No other place has ever so overwhelmingly attracted me as this hospitable, Godful wilderness”
-John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra, September 1