021802 #eel Outside, there was a giant boulder, big enough to be an island (resembling the one in the middle of Sylvan Lake), with a great wooden pole atop which sat a crows' nest of a sort, where anyone who wanted to could climb and look out over the undulating sea. It was a good life. I was relaxed, alert. It didn't occur to me conspicuously that I was happy, because I just was.