As far back as I can remember, I've been really hung up on trees. I have always had one or more trees around, who have been mine, who have drawn me to them. I remember one especially, it was in the middle of a wheat field, and I'd look at it every time the school bus drove past, I'd look at it twice a day and I just loved that tree. It was a simple pine tree, but it was beautiful. It's still there.
My current tree is this. It's an oak, in a field, on the side of the road. I've watched it change through the seasons of the year, and it's so majestic and beautiful and solitary. I drive past it twice a day, and every time I pass, I send the tree a little look, just to confirm that yes, we have a secret friendship, it's you and me, I see you.