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I go on long drives and long hikes in search of beauty and solitude and a certain (sometimes elusive) peace. It is a hunger for the search, a grown up game of hide-and-seek, for the serendipitous rainbow in the snow, for the bear on the mountainside, for fading sunlight turning every curve to gold or shadow and the sky ablaze with sherbet and streaks of whipped-up clouds. Those moments take my breath away, or make me break into a grin, a child searching for a sleeve to tug—look! Look! And then, around the corner from home, or from my sleepy bed, or the eastern bathtub window... there’s the sunrise or the enormous moon, the nightlight I can’t turn out. And I just smile and laugh, delighted. Home.