When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
Stratford-upon-Avon was another easy ride by train from Oxford, and it was by far one of my favorite cities we visited. While I was studying at Oxford, Shakespeare was my research emphasis, and I've always had a liking for the bard, so the city in which he spent his childhood and adolescence, as well as where he raised a family, was a must-see.
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