Saturday, June 19, 2004
Ascending
Today I climbed my tree. The red maple in my parents' front yard is an old friend. I used to spend hours (or at least half-hours) sitting in 'my seat' reading and just watching people go by. No one ever looks up into trees and sees you. At first my tree seemed like a stranger, some of the branches are missing, some are new, the bark is darker and coarser than the last time. And it was a bit scary. Once I was level with the power lines I almost stopped going up. I used to climb until the vees between the branches were too small to hold my feet and the top of the tree started to bend. I didn't get quite that high tonight, but I did go higher after the first hesitation. I'd forgotten how comforting sitting in a tree watching people go by can be. I'm sorry I didn't visit you sooner old tree. I'll be back soon.
Today I climbed my tree. The red maple in my parents' front yard is an old friend. I used to spend hours (or at least half-hours) sitting in 'my seat' reading and just watching people go by. No one ever looks up into trees and sees you. At first my tree seemed like a stranger, some of the branches are missing, some are new, the bark is darker and coarser than the last time. And it was a bit scary. Once I was level with the power lines I almost stopped going up. I used to climb until the vees between the branches were too small to hold my feet and the top of the tree started to bend. I didn't get quite that high tonight, but I did go higher after the first hesitation. I'd forgotten how comforting sitting in a tree watching people go by can be. I'm sorry I didn't visit you sooner old tree. I'll be back soon.
