So the tree shows him the big picture. Lots of texture here, a sense (touch) not often used in writing and you mix it with sight and soul. Very deep and thought-provoking. Time is nothing to a tree.

This is my favorite line: “Though blocked by the direct rays of the sun, everything appeared to be bathed in a soft glow usually reserved for dreams- and nostalgia.”

Lovely and bizarre. Nicely told and a great addition to the immense and semi-sensical house of ours.