Photo Story: A Bolder Life
This is how I remember it, what I saw from my window my first night as an orphan. Two trees, backlit by a low-slung moon, took turnabout gesturing at one another. The larger quaked and wailed, and the other shrugged its branches. When one nodded toward me, I retreated from the glass. Had I clambered out to join them, perhaps I’d have led a bolder life.
In the morning, the backyard looked the same as the day before and the day before that, with the worn spots under the swing set and the twin maple saplings clinging to their stakes.
Photo Credit: John Pierre Candelier
Deep. I can read it many times, each time going deeper. The movement of the trees is a great metaphor for a relationship. Thank you.
A captivating and enchanting piece of writing. Beautiful.