old tree, old friend
i don't know how old this tree is. fifty years ago, i played on it as a small child. i left the city and the country for many years, and since returning am happy to find it's still here, still alive, and so am i.
i don't know how old this tree is. fifty years ago, i played on it as a small child. i left the city and the country for many years, and since returning am happy to find it's still here, still alive, and so am i.
is there anything more delicious than a long sleep that you drift in and out of, waking up just a little bit but immediately feeling yourself slipping back into it?