My wife ran across this passage and gave it to me. For some reason this really touched me and I thought I would share it: From Wolf Hall, an historical novel by Hilary Mantel: "Whatever is happening elsewhere, whatever deceits and frustrations, you can forget them in the field. The hunter is among the most innocent of men; living in the moment makes him feel pure. When he returns in the evening, his body aches, his mind is full of pictures of leaves and sky; he does not want to read documents. His miseries, his perplexities have receded, and they will stay away, provided -- after food and wine, laughter and exchange of stories -- he gets up at dawn to do it all over again."