I Felt Like Sleeping And Dreaming In The Grass

Mozart: Serenade for 13 Winds

Mozart: Flute Quartets

I felt like
lying down by
the side of the trail
and remembering it all.
The woods do that to you,
they always look
familiar, long lost,
like the face
of a long-dead relative,
like an old dream,
like a piece of
forgotten song
drifting across the water,
most of all
like golden eternities
of past childhood
or past manhood
and all the living
and the dying
and the heartbreak
that went on a million years ago
and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling. Ecstasy, even, I felt, with flashes of sudden remembrance, and feeling sweaty and drowsy I felt like sleeping and dreaming in the grass.
--Jack Kerouac
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