Watched a squirrel scurry high up an old tree with some leaves in its mouth. It reached the drey it was working on. The squirrel instinctually knows how to build something that withstands heavy winds and rains. I have rarely seen such creations on the ground. It’s operating all on instinct and it reminds me when musicians are thrown together to improvise and you try and feel each other out. It’s too fast for thought, thought would be too slow. Instinct is in charge when the music is happening.