My Dad suggested we go for a walk yesterday. He said that we hadn't been to the rainway tunnel in summer before, so why don't we go there. And so we did.
It was as amazing as usual.
A culture is no better than its woods:
a feeling of being connected with the past.
Look at it this way: you may fall and break your leg,
and so one leg is shorter than the other.
Can nothing more be done?