You really described the two home dilemma. My soul is screaming for nature and solitude and my obligations are all bound up in the city. And so for the last three years I’ve lobbed myself back and forth between the two. Those sleepless nights, and crazy dreams. Must be transitional no?

Hey, I loved “The Snag.” And the bluebird or birdblue chase. Watching birds is so much fun. Binoculars are really worth it, you can zoom in on them and really see all sorts of details. Suddenly the chicadees and nuthatches separate, then someone will have a tinge of red on them, and the titmouse will turn out to be a young Cardinal. I was floored when a friend showed up with a pair, we spent all morning passing them back and forth, and referencing different books. Never even left the porch.

Beautiful passage Hari— to know
what the hunted know and still to call
forth the breath, the will, the morning