Of a frosty fall morning of about 34 deg. Light breeze in my face. 20ft off the ground. Pink light coming into the forest canopy. Birds starting to chirp. Squirrells rustling in the leaves for an acorn.

Take a deeeep breath. Feel that cold crisp morning air in my nostrils, down into my lungs. Now, exhale. Slow. Easy. Ahhhh.

Is it October yet??? I am having severe withdrawals.

LT