Warming Up

Old, but not broken, the tree sat alone in the middle of the meadow. His only company: the clouds above and the occasional gust of wind that brought news from the other lonely trees spread across the land. My long time friends, he thought. Maybe I still have it in me, enough for one more trick. Catching another gust of wind, he pushed it upwards with the tips of its branches, chasing the pesky clouds away. Just in time for the first rays of the summer sun to shine through and engulf him in their warm glow. That’s so much better, thought the tree while basking in the morning light, too busy to notice the photographer fiddling with her camera a few yards behind him in a clumsy attempt to ca...View all