I think it must have been exactly 27 degrees because the wind felt like nothing moving the hair over my face. Sometimes the only thing that helps in to think of all the things – the trees and the birds and the impalas and the squirrels and the rivers – that will go on without me. How limited my impact is; how insignificant my life is. It gives me a notion of relief. And hope. : It's not that big of a deal after all.