can't stop thinking of the smell of the warm, dry, northwoods sun hitting the sandy dirt and pale green needles crunching underfoot. dark blue sky. quiet wind in the pines. squeak of the iron water well in the field at the top of three falls. grasshoppers. heat vibrations off the asphalt parking lot. quiet rush of the waterfalls below. heaven. it's pulling me so strong now that the weather is warming. my blood is flowing north.