I love this contemplation of wilderness, dave. It is that thing I cry over for not knowing enough of. It is that thing I celebrate when it arrives in my own skin, which it has done from time to time. I made eye contact with a bobcat yesterday in the yard. I saw it through the window. It saw me. Those wild yellow eyes looked straight at me. My un-wild clumsy self clumped through the tall grass hoping for a second sighting. Of course, I didn’t see it even though I was probably only twenty feet from it. I took the one step that sent it out of the yard so fast that all I saw was its lanky and tawny hind legs fleeing the scene.