This morning as I sat in front of the window eating my oatmeal and drinking my coffee, I was watching the bare trees swaying in the wind. Their serenity struck me, and I thought 'In my next life, I'd like to come back as a tree.' I began to think of standing tall throughout the seasons, feeling the sun or the snow on my branches, hosting birds building nests, laying their eggs, babies hatching, learning to fly, leaving. Very pretty thoughts. Then I wondered if trees felt pain. Perhaps they feel growing pains during growth spurts, or what about when they sprout leaves? Would their twigs ache as a baby's gums do when cutting teeth? So, I sat their pondering the meaning of a tree's life, and how I'd like to be one, when suddenly the image of being chopped down sprang into my head. That was the end of that.
(There's no snow here in Marietta today — just very windy, cold although sunny weather. I took this photo during our Valentine's weekend snow.)