I spent Sunday afternoon preparing the cabin for a young man from Thoreau College who will be doing a micro-internship at Keewaydin this week. As I went about the busy work of sweeping, sanitizing, bed making, and organizing, I reflected on all the former residents of this cabin and how they were impacted by their time here. I remember our 2020 interns fondly and inwardly wish them happiness wherever they are. Although this space is rustic, and I can’t guarantee that a bird won’t fly down the stove pipe or a field mouse won’t scurry across the floor, I can guarantee that you will come into contact with nature out here, which is why this space has always held a special place in my heart and I find myself wanting to stay myself, to steal away from the hustle and bustle of the farmhouse, and just listen to the owls.