Today the family went for a hike about thirteen miles east of Carbondale. It was a wintry 65 degrees. Talk about patterns! Everywhere the forest speaks thousands of integrated functions, as the wind sings happily through what gives it a voice: tree branches, leaves, bits of debris floating everywhere. Watching my little girl challenge the trees with her climbing is a dream for a father. What sheer joy to spend a Sunday afternoon in the woods with the family. It is this simple. It is this profound.
