This tree greeted me at the end of my run yesterday. It was very unassuming: didn’t wave or shout out to me. It just stood there looking at me. I stopped and looked back at it. When it was satisfied that it had my attention, it pointed up to the sky, and so I lay down and looked up.
“There’s nothing up there, “ I said.
The tree glared at me then pointed up again. So I looked again, this time relaxing a little more, taking a little more time, listening, inhaling deeply, waiting.
And there it was, just as the tree had told me it would be.
2 comments:
Okay, I'm blind.
Don't be so literal.
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