How can you not walk past a tree in awe, enamored by its sheer magnificence? How it allows for us to live, how without it dwelling peacefully in the soil beneath you would be unable to breathe the air in which you so take for granted.
"She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."