Last night, my friend Katie and I shared the hammock in my backyard as we gazed upon tiny flashing lights from soaring airplanes above. “Where do you think that plane is going?” “Bermuda, probably.” We laughed and continued to point out other airplanes passing by. We guessed which exotic locations they were off to and felt jealous of the adventures those passengers were about to embark on, or stories others have as they fly back home. “Do you ever think about how small we are?” “What do you mean?” “We live on this earth, we work, get married, retire and then we die. That’s it. We just, die.” “Yeah. I do think about that, a lot actually. It makes me want to get up and go places, do something before life just..ends.” “If you were to reincarnate, what would you want to be?” “An otter. Or a really pretty Christmas tree.” Katie and I laughed, mostly at how long we held that conversation without cracking a joke. As our hammock gently rocked, the smell of mid-summer dew from freshly …