Such encounters I find exhausting and may explain why I live so quietly. Being close to nature, especially trees and water is extremely important. Given everything, I made friends with solitude long ago. The pleasure of it, the freedome of it, are a deep well. Especially for nurturing creativity.
Living in a smaller place, trips to the city are inevitable and I find I procrastinate for as long as possible. It is a thrill to partake of the pleasures offered, the cafes, the restaurants, the shopping, but it is quickly draining and I cannot wait to get home. Upon return, my heart is filled with gladness, and usually it takes a day or two to recover before my energy level fully returns.
I don't know why. It is just the way of it.