Forests and trees
I am, at some level, waiting for that magical moment when being a grown-up happens. Theoretically, it happened over twenty years ago. But I don't specifically remember feeling any different on that day, and I don't know if anything specific ever arrived which made it 'official' so to speak. The only thing which has changed — and this was a gradual change, which makes it all the more frightening — is my level of responsibility.