{"text":"The joy of walking and feeling the body advancing ‘like a man alone’; the fullness of feeling alive. And then happiness, before the spectacle of a violet-shadowed valley below the beams of the setting sun, that miracle of summer evenings, when for a few minutes every shade of colour, flattened all day by a steely sun, is brought out at last by the golden light, and breathes. Happiness can come later, at the guesthouse, in the company of others staying there: people met there, happy to find themselves together for a moment through chance. But all of that involves receiving.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wander","wanderer","wonder"],"id":179145,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"}