" Immediately nothing of this instant is tangible, there’s so little to recall that he imagines that he imagined it. It’s more of a feeling than anything real- just a fleeting sense that some pulse of life has singed the air. He felt for some fraction of a second a bird fly through him and in that moment he learns more of that bird than he’ll ever learn in a lifetime of loving it. "

― Chris Packham , Fingers in the Sparkle Jar: A Memoir