We set up camp next to Magone Lake in Oregon. In the morning the chipmunks came out and scurried all over camp. At sunset they disappeared and the mosquitoes came zipping around. At nightfall, the hundreds of frogs living around the lake started yelling to each other. In the morning, the birds sang, and the chipmunks came out again.
Everything has its time of day, I notice. Everything has an hour or a season to hibernate, eat, fight, mate. Only humans can run our lives on the clock that seems good to us; only we are outside nature, as seasonless as grocery store fruit.
And another thing I’ve learned on this honeymoon: man, beer is really good, isn’t it? Just really, really good.