Returning to the park after a long time, I found my attention arrested by a tree…
So much beauty and so much pain in its position in a mass of cracked, dried wood.
In years passed, I must have walked by it many times, before the sky-storm or the man-storm or it’s parasitic illness. When it was whole, I seldom noticed it.
Isn’t pain a way to see things more clearly?
boy with a hat 