A little celebration. If we agree on a vision of the universe as a 4-dimensional space, this place would be my (0,0,0,0). Memories firmly anchored as this tree grips soil with its root. Hopes shining like stars, not romantic night views, but traveling photons , whose source is probably gone for good. And that familiar feeling of inverted void, comfort of elegance given by noble, agile nature that invades everything. Nobody there. Not even me. Calm. Solitude. Absent mind.