One (of many) beautiful things about the natural world is that no matter how well you get to know her, she’s always surprising you.

I’m currently sitting in an old haunt, writing the old fashioned way (at least I was; it’s now the following day and I’m typing up what I had been writing with pen and paper last night). The sun has just bid a golden farewell and disappeared below the tree-obscured horizon. Mingled with the gentle rustling of leaves and small half-hearted bursts of no...