PHOTOsynthesis

Close your eyes. You walk out into the garden, the rustling under your feet: either leaves or grass. Barefoot. The smell of freshness and decay at the same time. The rustling of the crowns, the sunlight seeping through them, the raindrops, and the breeze. When you smell the apple tree, is it a flower or an apple? What season is it: autumn, summer, spring, or winter? You want to touch the trunks, taste the dew, and listen to the chirping of the starlings.