The stamina of my aging computer will be essential over the next couple of weeks as I complete the dreaded D-word: dissertation. I have been surprisingly dedicated to logging an impressive number of hours, days and and even weeks at the library: reading, napping, staring at the domed ceiling, or (if I'm feeling really ambitious) writing a smattering of words here and there that will eventually evolve into what is essentially a very long essay.
Since this has been going on for months now, I have begun to question my sanity. Surely there is something unstable about a person whose primary frustrations in life are the library's limiting summer hours -- what university library closes at five pm on the weekends?! -- and the scoundrels who insist upon speaking at full volume in the silent study area.
With all the intellectual mayhem, I find myself wishing I could escape to the wild moors like Heathcliff and Cathy.
I took these pictures during a hike on the moors in June*. It was my first Wuthering Heights Walk. I was instantly struck by its beauty and the serenity this area engenders in its visitors. Perfectly cushioned by the moors beneath me and the dull English sunshine overhead, I felt like I was in the prime location for a nature nap.
Maybe all I need to regain equanimity is a day on the moors. And the heather is now in bloom.
*Note that although these photos were taken in June, I am still bundled up in winter gear. Summers in Yorkshire....