Nine pictures of my brother stare at me from the wall while Iwork. The one picture of me, sharing a frame with one of him, hides from my view and I have to lean over to see it.
Outside the window puffs of cotton dance in the breeze. The grass is freshly mowed with clean lines still visible. The leaves are back on the trees and everything is green and alive, save for the main tree in the center of the yard. Large sections still have yet to sprout leaves, and I highly doubt they will. The giant of a tree hasn’t looked so lifeless in the twelve years since I have lived in this house. The base looks like it is bleeding sap. I feel like I am the tree.
Outside the window puffs of cotton dance in the breeze. The grass is freshly mowed with clean lines still visible. The leaves are back on the trees and everything is green and alive, save for the main tree in the center of the yard. Large sections still have yet to sprout leaves, and I highly doubt they will. The giant of a tree hasn’t looked so lifeless in the twelve years since I have lived in this house. The base looks like it is bleeding sap. I feel like I am the tree.