This video is about my walks in the local woods and the stories I often find. This time it is about, what I saw as, a fallen friend. Comrade. A fellow soldier. I found it very telling that the four friends were holding this fallen friend in the lap. It was dying. And the magical fungi completing the dust-to-dust cycle.

I took out my telephone lens and attached it to the camera and was trying to compose the scene. It was a decent composition with the moon just next to the trees. This is what I had pre-visualised when I first saw the scene. And then out of nowhere these starlings just flew by and landed on the tree. I could then sense that their flying is linked to my inner feeling of longing for freedom. Longing to be outside. Be alive. And then they decided to fly to the moon.