Have you ever looked around at a new place and thought “Well this is much too pretty.” That’s where I’m at right now. I’m on vacation somewhere that is, to describe it cruelly superficially, really fucking beautiful.
In contrast to all this vibrant beauty, there’s me. As I am, I don’t really belong here. Everything is alive and happy and growing and contributing to the world around it, and I am barely alive, not altogether vibrant, and I relate a lot with sinkholes because they’re unexpected disasters that absorb everything around them and leave only devastation behind.
Being a tree sounds a lot better than being a person. There’s a tree outside my window right now. I love this tree. It’s perfect. It’s tall and knows its job and looks out of a sweet little river and I’m sure it has squirrels in it, and it has a little moss growing up the side. Moss is the wet living carpet I’ve always wanted to sleep on. I have no moss on me. I don’t even have leaves.
Everything natural here is perfect in that it’s doing what it’s supposed to and needs to do nothing else. The trees are eating sunlight and breathing and generally being tall and chaotic. The blackberry bushes are jumbles of twisting bits and potential juicy energy. The river is keeping them all company and babbling like the darling it is. And here I am from the desert, totally unaccustomed to this much vigorous life, wondering how anyone has the time to look at it all.
I love being new places with new things around me, new life and things to see and all that, but this place feels better than I expected. It just feels nice, like everything that’s alive here wants to be, and though I can’t yet relate, I’d really like to.
I’m going to see about getting some moss to sleep on.
I hope your vacation helps you relax a little and who knows? Maybe the surroundings will rub off on you and you’ll feel just like your surrounding living things.
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I’m definitely more relaxed. Some might even argue I’m almost a person again
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Trees are awesome. I’m lucky to live near some big almond trees, and sometimes I just go up to them, stand under them and keep looking up like the dork I an. Even the eventual almond falling on my head is okay. Because well, the tree is being much more useful than I am at that moment. 😀
Enjoy the trees, and daydream about taking one home, maybe?
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Ooh almond trees sound wonderful. My part of the desert it still a forest technically but only because it’s in the mountains. It doesn’t have any of the moisture and giant trees of a properly wet place
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I’ll mail you a few of our trees. I guess that can be done, right? I’m sure they’ll be okay if they’re already properly grown trees…
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Oh yeah, I think trees gets shipped all the time. The important thing is just to make sure to use enough stamps. I believe the industry standard is all of them. All of the stamps that there are.
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I think it will take me some time to collect all of the stamps, but I suppose I can do it.
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I believe in you and the tree… a little worried for my mailbox, but we’ll get to that later
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Your mail box will just have to learn how to be tough. Or something.
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Hmm we’ll make an effort
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