trees.

when we were younger, my brother stephen and i use to spend every after school minute in our backyard.
our imaginations usually had us living like the box-car children and reenacting what we had read.
we explored until it was dinner; stumbling in the darkness and covered in hives.

let it be noted that we had the most wonderful backyard for adventure. the creek that runs through it yielded wagon wheels and interesting rocks like an old relative sharing parts of his past.

and the trees always gave what we needed; shelter, anchoring, kindling.

i still have this mystical fascination with trees.
and in some way, its reassuring to see the giants from my childhood, still changing with the seasons.

as if we never ceased playing by the creek, under the watchful eye of those powerful trees, who held all our spoken dreams and wishes in their safe keeping.