This is a story about a man named Jericho. Jericho was this guy with a really sweet name, who lived in a place called Kalamazoo. In Kalamazoo, there were peach trees all over, and Jericho used to walk around Kalamazoo, plucking peaches from the peach trees and delighting in the effervescent peachy juice that would run down his chin and make his hands all sticky. Jericho really liked to eat those peaches while taking walks and getting all sticky. This is because the stickiness was a good kind of stickiness, the kind that comes from pleasant things like walking around eating peaches. This is not all Jericho did in Kalamazoo. Other times, he would go down to the river, which was usually bordered with trees, big leafy magnificent trees with drooping branches that would bend over the water's edge. There was a spot on the river's bank where there was one fantastic tall tree, and it had a rope swing hanging from it. And while Jericho knew that some people - in fact, most people - would swing from the branches into the stream, Jericho would just swing. He would just hang from the tree, swinging and singing. Yes, Jericho was like a real live musical sometimes. But not the annoying unrealistic kind. Jericho was the kind of live musical who would sing out of an abundance of joy with the beauty around him. He would sing because it was one of the best ways to express his erupting zest for life! This is not all Jericho did in Kalamazoo. What else did Jericho do in Kalamazoo? Sometimes he would go birdwatching. He would go out to the orchards, and sit in the trees, and just sit there all day, taking note of how the colors of the sky would change. And since he came back often, he would see how the trees changed with the seasons, and how the light changed also. Jericho didn't really go birdwatching. He kind of used birdwatching as an excuse to sit in the trees and take in the grandeur of nature. Well, sometimes he watched the birds.