I don't know what it is, the lack of car sounds, or the pleasant company of just trees and birds. Once I get out there and am really alone in solitude, all the things that get shoved away into the crevices of my mind or maybe it is my chest somewhere, come back in waves. Sometimes this looks like utter joy. It is this sense of pleasure found in simply being in one's own company, with no agenda concerning others, with only momentary whims from which to respond. It is perhaps the relief of being 'unobserved' and free.