Innocent animals must then find new habitats, if they can. Uprooted vegetation, of course, perishes. I walk the land each day, feeling directly with my feet, watching life grow. I touch animals, plants, and soil each day, feeling them with my bare hands. Sights and sounds are less beautiful here than they used to be, and I smell more pollution in this country air.
Stars are less visible at night.
These things get to me. My feelings are more raw and close to the surface than when I lived in the city. Memories of loss emerge. So what follows is not always diplomatic. I get angry, beneath which is a deep sadness.