Well, I tried. I really did try to follow
Theoria's advice. But I was only partially successful. First, there are no real mountains in Wisconsin, only (as a Kossack pointed out) mountains so old that they have retired and become hills. Also, cabins in the mountains don't come cheaply or quickly. I'm not going to comment on the second piece of advice, except to say that it's a nice idea. I was successful at #3, thanks to some good friends. And I did manage to unplug all weekend, and even read some poetry, so here you go:
A Light exists in Spring
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period --
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay --
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
Emily Dickinson