The natural world mesmerizes, inspires and sustains me (but mostly mesmerizes).  A love kindled growing up in the Northwest, hiking it, biking it, fishing it and foraging in it is as close to bliss as I personally have known.  I fancy that it [nature] lends to creative surges I experience while there.  It's as if an ancient undercurrent bent on inventiveness and surprise, much like the like post winter everythings and you name its, have set a mad pace to make the whatevers it hosts act like lunatics in an unscripted sitcom. 

 

Distracted by the Casimir effect of ideas that pop into and out of my mind as it attempts to describe, through some fanciful tale, the intrigues of the science of life; that feels pretty close to what it's like in this current state of me to be me.