A small, but reasonable life

I'm Envious.. Like none before this home, and it's defiance to waste, and shrugging of Micro-life brings me sad yearnings. Some I feel will never meet their conclusive ends.

Having been to Thoreau's Cabin's site, and read many words written by him. With many being driven by my own sadness I realize it may have been the simplest of things that kept him from walking too far into the snow, and holding a stone into the lake. 

A small, but reasonable life