In late October, I had a minor episode of amazing-ness. I observed an American Crow perched atop one of the trail markers at Tandy Hills, which was a bit odd. It looked like it was lost in thought, staring straight ahead as the wind ruffled through its feathers. This was after the clouds blew away and a strong north wind was barreling down. Apparently, the Crow did not hear or see me at first, due to the wind noise. I approached slowly hoping to get as close as possible. (Crows are one of my totem animals.) When it finally saw me it smoothly lifted off to the nearby trees where its companions awaited, cawing away. That may seem like a benign experience but it lifted my spirits. I felt connected with the natural world again, after days being inside the house, ducking the rain storms.