Trees grow

I attempted to watch the trees grow tonight. Maybe I'm not in the right mind set, but all they did was breath with the tiny amount of wind on the air.

So light and at ease.

On my evening walk, I took a detour. A detour I don't know will be beneficial or destructive. Currently, it feels like life is playing in frames, missing that small 1/2 second which fills the void, making everything play in unison.

But I tried to watch the trees grow. See how their orchestra plays. Still the stairs and archways seemed so far away. I made it to my bench mark (tripping only twice) and all seemed at peace.

Peace. This a word I haven't felt in myself for sometime now. Yet, it is beginning to resonate strong. I hope it continues. I hope the leaves and limbs will sing their song, and let me listen.

And if anything, I will always follow the path of my feet. For they know how to guide me throughout all of life's elaborate webs.