While wandering, I look up to enjoy the warmth of the August sun and the beauty of a cloud-studded blue sky. The tree under which I find myself is loaded with black fruit — it’s a black cherry, or a wild cherry, I think. I hear the chirps of at least three species of bird, the rustle of what must be a squirrel. It’s good, I think, that this smorgasbord is free for these creatures. There’s something perfectly right about nature nurturing nature. I’m grateful for the sight of blue sky through limbs loaded with sustenance for the ones who are sitting patiently, or not so patiently, for me to continue my journey so they may feast. It’s a good day.