As I walked on a grey overcast morning, I heard the eponymous chorus of chickadees in the balding bushes, watched squirrels bound through decaying leaves like tiny gazelles, and realized just how non-linear the course of the seasons is and how delicately defined the boundaries are of each of nature’s microcosms. I took myself to a movie tonight and lost myself for three hours in a visually splendid world, feeling like a kid sneaking out on a school night.