“Did you experience the Galapagos last night?” Wren asked me.
All the sudden, I realize: I did experience the Galapagos last night.
Some time after 4:00am, I shot awake. Every bird on the mountain started singing immediately, as if in response to their conductor. The symphony included bird calls in volume, quantity, and style that I have never heard before (or since). I fell back asleep.
When I woke up again, the birds were chirping outside, but nothing like what we experienced in the night.