A tree can't travel, but my mind can. I thought about different trees that stood out in my life. Willow trees were my safe climbing space, wind-dancers; but each was taken down by the men who valued homogenous lawns more. This practice made it fun to imagine they sprung right back up after the insult of a chainsaw. The Oak at my grandparents' place was next. It shaded dozens of barbeques. The barbeques dried up around the time the tree came down. Then there were the trees that insurance made us take down at our 3rd house...the ones that cost more than a vacation each year to remove! I need to concentrate on a tree that did not either parish on it's own; from mother nature - or became a nuisance. I need to think about something that still exists. I like "being the tree". Maybe one of the two peach trees Tim and Aug planted for me;)