Rad man...succinct and poetic. I can feel the fuzz. My midwestern equivalent occurs when I visit my project on a solo trip and spend quality time walking the woods. I freely exchange greetings and well wishes with the trees, often delivering a firm reassuring pat on the trunk. The wind in the trees compete with the birds in a muted shouting match to gain my attention. Crazy? maybe. Gettin' right with The Man? Absolutely.