Return to one’s place. Where do we find ourselves? Where can we be alone with the density of an environment that allows compilation of our history, our passages, our longings. It is the liminal space that we all live in at one time or another. The changes that leave us disconnected. The landscape is the constant. The trees are the constant. They differ but they are always available. We can return to it when we need to find the place. When we need to adjust. When we need to know that there is a continuum in the universe.