From an old (1/7/96) Journal:
Realized today—for the first time really, it seems—that North is but the other side of South, and cold, the other face of hot; that it all depends on one’s perspective. I realized this while traversing the land and noticing the remarkable differences that exist from side to side, coming from a Southwest slope, facing into the relative warmth of the winter Sun, and then going down the Northeast, shady, mossy side of the same ridge, and looking at the opposing Southwest ridge across the gully, in full sun. When however you’re in a flat landscape you are the compass needle turning, spinning out your desired direction and fate; you become the mountain ridge in sun or shadow depending on the direction you face.
