I hope I can one day grow up to be a tree.
There's something mystical about going on a wintertime walk just as the sun is rising. Everything is quiet and it's just you and these giant, still creatures that look like naked skeletons, sometimes shivering in the cold wind.
I often wonder how trees experience time, and if they have conversations with each other through the earth. I'd like to think they watch the other animals below and feel something about us in return.
Much like ourselves, each tree has their own personality, shaped by where they put down roots and constantly growing into what they will be tomorrow. So as I walk past I greet them with a quiet hello, and see you again soon.
I hope I can one day grow up to be a tree.









