All his memory had truly captured was Leo standing at the foot of trees that seemed to go on forever, up, up, up into the sky and into space and further, and feeling blown away that such a thing could exist. That Leo could be so small, and so alive, and so young, and be beside this great old thing filled with some foreign power he would never know. It wasn’t an eloquent train of thought at the time, but he could still call back the feeling of being taken over by an emotion bigger than him, the way nature could humble and awe you at the same time.
