Reading Brian Doyle and it’s like
He took a vacation in my head, with a canoe or
Kayak, paddling around the marsh collecting lily
Pads and skunk cabbages, so prevalent in the dark spots,
And weaving them into a poem that speaks
Exactly to me and finds, dead on, the absolute place
That renders me awed and agape at the perfection of it,
The ultimate gift, you know?
(Swamp: medium.com)
Narble Furt Lives 
There is but one reality…however some of us see “Differently” and we are better for it.
Brian inspired, but you already had the eyes to see. Awesome.