What you can’t see, is an almost identical tree much closer to the camera, although just left of the frame. What you can’t see, is a historical fort much further in the distance, although just right of the frame. What you can’t see, is where the ocean seems to go on forever, that hazy line of the horizon that shapes our world. What you can’t smell, is a naturally sweet aroma that slowly fills your nostrils, a sanguine scent you wish you could bottle and carry with you always. Its source: pink petals in a boisterous green bush crowding the edge of the tarred path; also what you can’t see.…