THE LONG, WINDING lane to the old Cabin-in-the-Woods is a bit… frosty. One of the great advantages of living in the forest is that you are surrounded by life. And death. And inspiration. And hardship. And the glory of light and things growing toward the light. And darkness and the visible stars and phases of the moon. Along with all the present and deeply felt seasons of the year. And thus you feel not just a part of a woodland community, of birds and trees and plants and animals, but a part of the entire universe itself. In which all things are important and connected. Even a single snow-covered balsam. Even a person walking a winding lane after a storm, and noticing the beauty.