Robert Louis Stevenson writes in Essays of Travel, “It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.” I believe the same emanation that Mr. Stevenson so eloquently describes, draws us to a hardwood floor. It touches a primitive note in ourselves that so desperately wants to be a part of nature. It makes us feel good. We notice the aesthetic beauty of the wood. The individuality of the grain and the subtle variations in color. Each board unique, with something special and important to contribute. We notice the craftsmanship. The precision, the care, and ultimately the respect “for that subtle something.”
It's a feeling...