The Willows

by Algernon Blackwood

so vague was the sense of distress I experienced, that it was impossible to trace it to its source and deal with it accordingly, though I was aware somehow that it had to do with my realization of our utter insignificance before this unrestrained power of the elements about me.

Mountains overawe and oceans terrify, while the mystery of great forests exercises a spell peculiarly its own.

I searched everywhere for a proof of reality, when all the while I understood quite well that the standard of reality had changed.