These things are observable among many observable things:
A goose flying solo still thinks of herself as being in formation.
An oak tree leaning far out over the water still sees himself as integral to the forest.
A girl says, “Daddy, try to catch me,” and runs away for the joy and awe of seeing his long legs chew up space between them, his strong arms fill their void with her narrow body in embrace. To be held still. To be kissed, with whiskers.
All the other things which could be observed could also be written but that is enough for today.