I think I should get more points for being one of those writers’ that spends a lot of time day dreaming about the world outside. Except that means I won’t get to be a writer. That’s okay though. Many times I can’t put my thoughts into words. It’s those times that I’m glad I have some other forms of creativity to flow with.
Yes, we can all feel the seasons turn. The trees can a lot more. I always wonder how they must feel to just stand there, day in and day out, feeling the true meaning of every gust of wind and each freshly frozen drop of sky. They know the good part is coming.
My inner battles with this changing global climate begin and end with these trees. There’s no better measure of the truth. No better life form that will tell us where it begins and ends.
And there’s no better place than in the shade of a tree.
beautifully said. i like how your mind works.