Headed Northwest to Washington, my best friend from junior high guided me on a walk to one of the finest forests … an old growth Ponderosa grove. Cared for and stewarded by generations of different cultures, these trees stand with grace and the presence of stature that makes it no secret they have seen centuries pass. I marvel and admire them for just a few short hours, soak in the surrounding fresh air they’ve created, contemplate details and subtleties in their textures, and consider moving there, to sit beneath those giants day after day. Alas, all I can do in the end though, is gather up their wisdom, and walk away from their harmony, back into the chaos of the lesser world.