Deep thinking promoted here. I need that from time to time. The crows have had their way enough all right. The most glorious day I ever had was that day I tore up that which I'd poured great importance into and realized it mattered not in the great scheme of things, that everything is going to be just fine. Crows can be nags anyway.
Nice variation basically going down into the "furnace" of a mountain/hills instead of to the windy top. A less traveled path to examine into the heart of things. I like that.