Tree, you bring me outside
June 5th, 2009
Tree, you bring me outside, into the Real World. I come from my warm bed of sheets and covers, remove my socks, bring incense, and water, and walk to you barefoot. This morning the rain continues, and the ground grows soggy and cold. I can still feel the impression of the earth on the soles of my feet, even after a hot shower and the return of the warm dry socks.
You bring me outside to feel the dripping rain and sodden, rough ground.