Night time. As I walk past this big tree I hear them, all the birds chatting away, telling each other the stories of their day. I sit and close my eyes. It’s better than Start Trek transporter. My own little transporter, closing my eyes, taking a breath, opening my ears. I am now in the jungle, or somewhere remote, I smell hot air on my face, the birds still telling me the stories of their day. And there it is, a beautiful moment in the moment taking me away.