I have been here a few times. It's beautiful in the early spring.

[Mia leans against the treetrunk, not quite willing to flop in the grass even so close to the end of the day. She is so, so hard on herself about apologizing and trying to prove things to people. Too hard. And she's working on it; sitting here in the evening breeze with Norma is calming enough that she can forget about the baggage for a few minutes.]

I rather like the idea that there are still new things to find inside our...enclosure.