In the park in my city there is an old oak tree that grows downward, instead of up to the sun.
Month: June 2009
The fact can lay here, viewing some 10,000 separate colors at one time (or more) in the leaves of a single tree, while evening light makes shapes in shadows. That I can feel the floor beneath me and drink in the richness of today’s blue sky. Yes, I believe I am staying in this time and place by choice.