the tree

I make no excuses for myself. If I could however, I would say that the biting cold took hold of my will to acquiesce to the wanderings upstairs. I would admit awkwardly and unabashedly to being more parts animal than human in my winter hibernation mode, burrowing warm in isolation until the first buds appear. But, I make no excuses myself. I should have written to you dear screen…my love. You called many a times, and I shunned you guiltily. Yet, the sun is shining today...  Take me where thou wilt? …

It takes a moment to get there…it was, as always just you and I. I saw our tree resting in an open meadow, surrounded by green, stoic and lonely at the same time, its leaves bellowing a grace only nature can yield with every movement of the wind.  The sky wasn’t quite blue, but all shades of dove grey and salmon. The air was warm  and welcome on my skin. The meadow seemed like the ocean, no end to the horizon, just emerald rolling hills. My feet found their way to you on top of the cool, soft grass and we lay under our tree for the night. My head nuzzled its way into the crook of your chest, your arms wrapped around me entirely, and my legs entangled in yours. This is our place…under this tree. This is where I come to meet you in my dreams.

Seems I’ve waited my whole life for you.