I was walking with my daughters to the playing ground when we passed through this tree. I probably walked this way a hundred times, but I didn’t see this before. The tree met an iron fence in his way but it didn’t stop him, he changed its form, hugged it and grew through it. I wanted to hug the tree.
February 5, 2021
Waiting for flights across the miles Waiting for beaming, unmasked smiles Waiting to savor each embrace Waiting to kiss a grandchild’s face
March 27, 2021