I found myself recalling this so vividly when walking in nature at that time, and even now, more than a year later, when I am in a natural environment. That this feeling, the sense of amplification, is even more heightened now is something I’ve found most surprising. But I should clarify this: her face, its calm, its whiteness, is not present for me in nature: not in clouds, nor is it reflected in the white petals of certain flowers. But her face, that last face, did hold for me the same powerful amplification that I can experience now when looking at clouds, or flowers, and I sense this as a conduit beyond what I understand, and beyond what I do not understand a mother or flower or cloud or tree to be.