One night I went up Science Hill. I don’t even remember what I’d been doing to keep me up all night. After all these years, the details don’t matter. Anyway, it was almost dawn, and I decided to wait for sunrise over East Rock. Whatever had kept me up had made me passive and pensive, and I just sat under the tree and waited for the sun, thinking about something. And then it rose and brought me peace, at least for that day.
– Bruce Borchardt