The weather is turning now, the winds nearly shifted away from the warm meadows and their fragrant grasses to the snowy expanse of craggy mountain faces and the approaching ice lands to the East; yet under the moonlight, the tuxedo cat is warm, his aloofness lessened by the gradual bite of cold brick, his back rising to meet my fingers as we both seek company in the dark. Re-entry is very difficult and it is at times like this, on a return from nature immersion, that I question how I spend the majority of my life and where I place the emphasis of my energy, realizing that none of that is helped by the sudden bout of insomnia I experienced the night we arrived back home.