As I observe the tree rings, I discover a subtle resonance between the "direction" formed by the exposure to sunlight in the north and south and the "nature" of the compass as a product. Each concentric ring settles, documenting the passage of time. When I hold it in my hands, the center of the compass mirrors the position of the tree's heart. Carefully searching, the orientation of tree growth gradually aligns with the world's north and south directions in the palm of my hand.
