Moving to western New York from California has been like a homecoming to me. I love the High Sierra, and I love the Mojave Desert, but these places have always felt exotic. We moved to our new home just ahead of a late February snow storm a few years ago, and we were racing early to keep in front of the snow. It was dawn as we drove across the state line, and I could see reeds along the banks of a creek off the side of the road. I felt a profound sense of belonging. I am filled with radical, overwhelming wonder whenever I am a part of the wild. I’m filled with that and a deep sense of belonging in these woods. There’s no way to explain that emotion exactly. I hope to do so inexactly in this collection.

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