Walking up my hill these days is pure pleasure. Its savoring the season time. Its talking to the trees time. Its bliss!
This is my time -- when I can see the sky above me and in front of me and around me - without the cover of leaves. A time when I feel as if the world is mine, all mine into the distance and far away.
I can look at this home far, far up inside the tree. Was it home to a squirrel family or perhaps even a raccoon? Or even better, a magical mystical bird in full plumage of bright colors (which he hides by hunching down in his nest). Oh yes, that has got to be 'it'.
Although I was not able to capture it, I recently witnessed the trees dancing. A breeze had come up and the branches swayed back and forth, sometimes touching each other. It was an awesome sight. I think perhaps they were saying 'who needs leaves to be beautiful'?
"Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free." - Debasish Mridha
