It's all just blah, blah, blah in the end, but in the meantime, I am star gazing, bird watching, wildflower chasing, mushroom admiring, etc. It's all in the moment, and when that moment's comet Hale-Bopp, or a Pileated woodpecker ... let's leave it at that.

I'm also a singer-songwriter, erstwhile nature columnist for papers in Ohio, Indiana, and Montana, and excessive dreamer. I feel like I'm just passing through, but aren't we all?