Good thing there's wind.
Thank God it’s overcast today. A sky of dreary white is the best for digging my hands into my imagination. The tree branches are bare now. It’s November. Black and gray bark etched into their sides, they look fragile. Winter trees look elderly, as if I could snap their trunks with a pinch of my thumb and forefinger. They look like they need to be stretched. Good thing there’s wind. That’s what wind is really for, to stretch old tree souls, and their stiff branches. It’s therapeutic.