She actually hates nature.
By this she means nature that involves camping, hiking, or otherwise peering at wildlife. If you've seen one deer, you've seen them all. Hiking? What's the destination? End goal? She is not about process, which may not psychologically sound but her reality.
Spot that bird? Um . . is that available online?
Nature exists in the wide open air between bars, coffee shops and bookstores, where she thrives. Air is everywhere. Breathe. . .. that's nature, even if you're at Target or walking out of a bookstore. Or wondering where the next gin and tonic is at the restaurant patio. Isn't there grass nearby?
This is an official digression.
Real post on Monday . . . .