If you walk around the pond in the Natural Lands, and it happens to be a sunny winter day, slightly breezy, around 4:30 in the afternoon, in February, when the sun lingers in the sky a little longer and that same sky seems stretched a little bluer across the horizon than it did just a week ago, and the birds are chirping as if to say “we see you,” and prairie plants peek their sleepy necks out from their blanket of snow, and that car driving out past the hospital feels both very close and far away –