Tiny buds on the trees are
giving the woods behind my house a light green sheen.
Last week I noticed a
beautiful bare tree. Without any leaves, its entire structure was visible —the
trunk, main branches, even the smaller branches as they tapered out into
thousands of tiny fingers. The tree was so symmetrical that I gazed at it in
admiration, and then I had to leave because I was in a car at a stoplight.
We are like trees.
