His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.
-Anaïs Nin (via larmoyante)
A pine tree has thousands of needles. When the wind blows, they all rustle in different directions, apparently having a separate experience. Those needles are connected by twigs, which are connected by branches, which are all connected by one trunk. One single point that all of those needles share. You are a pine needle.