In Yellow Springs, I wanted to explore for a little bit and get away from some of the busy cities that we had been in, so I explored the town for a little while, and it sort of reminded me of being in Fairbanks or Talkeetna, AK - it has a bit of that funky, hippie-like small-town charm. Just outside of town in the last dancing rays of daylight I came upon a field of tall, wheat-like grass filled with fireflies glowing on and off. I walked into it. The grass came up to my waist and I felt it with my hands as I walked all the way into the middle of the field and laid down. I could see only the tall grasses, reaching up to the waking stars and the dancing fireflies. Bats began to fly overhead, seeking out bugs as prey. I wanted to stay, to sleep the night there, but I knew I couldn't, for I would never leave. I could hear cars in the distance, asserting that it was not yet my time to wander those fields.
The next day in Yellow springs we worked with Home, Inc. - a local affordable housing organization - to re-build a house and garage. I felt manly using the powerful nailgun!