The other day, as I looked out the kitchen window, I realized that the leaves on the trees were gone. I was looking at the bare bones of the trees that share this small space with me.
For the first time in many months I could see beyond the trees. I could see the blue sky. I could see each branch as it reached for the sky.
Some trees had tangled their branches with another -- as if reaching out to each other. Others stood proud showing just how very, very tall they are. And I viewed them in silence and with awe that I should have this beautiful, magical forest outside my back door.
"When one sees the tree in leaf, one thinks the beauty of the tree is in its leaves, and then one sees the bare tree." - Sarah Brana Barak
