I have this thing with looking at trees and how they mesmerizingly sway in the wind. They remind me of eternity and temporality.

I think Tarkovsky taught me that with his insisting gaze at nature and all beautiful. Enjoying almost omnipresent elements in nature that most people do not realize they see. I hope I will be able to appreciate those moments much more, just as Herbert Fingarette realized, though in the winter of his life.

"As I sit out, now, on the deck of the house. I look at the trees, blowing a little in the breeze. And I've seen them innumerable times, but somehow seeing the trees this time is a transcendent experience. I see how marvelous it is. And I think to myself: I've had these here all along, but have I really appreciated them?"