i sat in the wooden chair up in the treehouse on a rainy day and notice all the carvings made by bark beetles along my armrest. the rain dropped down on the cedar boards like little meteorites. the pulses in the little puddles reminded me of tiny little life with beating hearts. all this life is happening at once but none of it is synchronized. none of it makes any sense!

there's a lot of things that look differently when looked at for the second time.