Looking at the trees swaying in the windrain, through a narrow window at sunrise.

The trees are dark green against a bluewhitegrey background

The trees are inside me; so that it is not I looking at them, but rather my mind is the bluewhitegrey background and both the trees and my eyes are within.

There are two layers of narrow window: one is the glass on the wall, the other is my eyes. The outer sphere (of sensation) streams inwards towards a point. The point is I (witness).