From the monthly archives: June 2009
In the park in my city there is an old oak tree that grows downward, instead of up to the sun.
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.
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