Walking home through snow-devils and buffeting wind, with someone you love, laughing with the cold--and knowing you have a hot shower to look forward to? What bliss!

I think maybe we read "The Marshes of Glynn" in school--in any case, I remember reading some Sydney Lanier, and I remember it was on a natural theme, and I remember really liking it. (Though, there's something rather desolating about not remembering the thing itself--I must go find out, now, what it was, exactly, that we did read… at least the Internet makes that easy.)