You sit outside shortly before sunset on a breezy evening. Your mind clears. You watch the breeze rustle the leaves and the branches of the trees. You notice that the trunks of the trees sway this way and that. You hear the breeze come and notice that first the trees in front of you sway and then the trees in the near distance sway and then the trees in the far distance sway. You see layers of swaying, and after a while you notice that you can, at the same time, still see the individual leaves rustling on each branch of each tree. Itís all there right in front of you. As the sun goes down the breeze begins to settle down. Eventually, the leaves and branches and trees come to a stop. There you are: still. But it doesnít last. The breeze picks up again. It is dark enough now that you can see lightning in the distance, rumblings of thunder. A storm is coming, and itís all there right in front of you. What next?