I am living deep again! It was not, indeed, until last Wednesday that I began to get my fill, temporarily, of the outward satisfaction of the Road--the primeval takings of the senses--the mere joys of seeing, hearing, smelling, touching.

But on that day I began to wake up; I began to have a desire to know something of all the strange and interesting people who are working in their fields, or standing invitingly in their doorways, or so busily afoot in the country roads.

Let me add, also, for this is one of the most important parts of my present experience, that this new desire was far from being wholly esoteric.

I had also begun to have cravings which would not in the least be satisfied by landscapes or dulled by the sights and sounds of the road.

A whiff here and there from a doorway at mealtime had made me long for my own home, for the sight of Harriet calling from the steps: "Dinner, David." But I had covenanted with myself long before starting that I would literally "live light in spring." It was the one and primary condition I made with myself--and made with serious purpose--and when I came away I had only enough money in my pocket and sandwiches in my pack to see me through the first three or four days.