Wander far enough away from the cabin so bird song, squirrel chatter, your own feet on fallen twigs supplant domestic banter, wood being split. In this rocky forest you hunt a fitting stone support. At the proper angle even rock can bolster with earth-shoulder comfort, especially one that sets your back in line with unblocked sun. Then breezes, too, are warmed.
If in front of a boulder that slants to suit you a mat of ponderosa needles or rug of scrub oak leaves covers dry soil, you've found the place to settle.
For a while thought may skip from why moss grows on some stones and lichen on others to which birds are calling to what kind of clouds bundle overhead.
Then mind calms to nest, receives delicate eggs.