My Favourite Tree

This is not my tree, but the weeping willow outside my window is. If I take a picture it will reveal where I’m sequestered. There’s something about a weeping willow that soothes me. It’s fragile looking, all drooping, distended, delicate leaves like fingertips framing the town.

For me, it’s a reminder of nature’s resilience, a hardy presence that will remain long after I’m gone. Today, the sun is shining. That may change tomorrow. But here it will stay.