I live on an island.
Well, technically it is a peninsula, but everyone refers to it as an island. There are even people who won't go over the bridge and prefer to stay on here, within the the 2 towns and its limited "wild" space. We are a port town, a fishing town, so many spend a majority of their lives on boats as well.
One of the things I am realizing with time is that I absolutely, positively need to be outside.
In wild space, forested places, open fields, along coastal beaches or exploring the rocks. The more space the better. Space is limited where I live, especially "wild" space, but the space we do have is positively enchanting...
I appreciate being out in nature for so many reasons, but it really makes me realize how little I need to be happy. In an opposing sense, it also makes me appreciate all of the comforts of modern living.
Still, my days are always brighter when I make time to be out there, where the wild things live. Moving under the cover of trees, through crepitating twigs and leaves. Next to a brook, leading to the feral, open ocean. The places that makes my heart sing. Cheeks rubicund as I face the full force of cold air in the transition of autumn into the winter solstice. I like the quiet, although it isn't really quiet at all. It feels like home.