In the depths of the pandemic, Elizabeth Johnson holed up at a West Virginia cabin and rethought her relationship to nature.

In my last week at the cabin, I started sleeping outside in my tent so I could watch the night sky and wake up as soon as the first light peeked over the mountains. Sleeping outside made me feel like I was missing less, somehow. Sleeping outside made me feel less alone.

↩︎ Bitter Southerner

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