Here I am again. Surge of anticipation rushes with the familiarity...my mind is sparking by creative impulses...abruptly logic makes a re-entry, I know what to do. The rough bark will either ease or intensify my urge. Reaching out and up, on tip toes, arms outstretched to their peak... nails dug firmly into the rough bark, pain surges beneath my nail tips through the nerve endings to the outreaches of my sparking brain, s...