Trees

Every time I drive down Rt 30, I'm reminded of why I love the Northeast. It's the trees. This particular road is like driving through a tunnel of trees. In the summer, the abundance of green makes me feel peaceful, invigorated, and puts a smile on my face. In the fall, the change to reds, yellows, and the occasional pinky orange is like watching a changing piece of art. In the early winter, the stark structures of the trunks and branches reaching for the sky are so complex and so simple at the same time. And when the snow falls, leaving each individual branch with a white frosting, I am simply in awe. Then spring comes, bringing new buds and the promise of green trees again.

Wherever we end up, there had better be a lot of trees. I simply can't live without them.