If there is a tree to which I have bonded, this maple--outside the window over my desk, just beyond the green mailbox--is deeply rooted in my life. It will not always be. It will remain--for a time; I will move on before.
And so I made a point not long ago to pull up a chair and be in its space for a quiet hour. And this image will bring me back to that shady spot. Some day. Perhaps.