A beautiful tree we have here, translated…
I paced, before the tree.
It was, during the winter time, there were, many leaves that had, fallen.
My friend told me, “If it’s in the summers, there would be, more to see.”
And, in my mind, there was a picture of birds, nesting, squirrels, chasing each other, lovers out on dates, and children climbing up into the trees.
And I can’t help but recall, that there was an exact tree like this in front of our old home, that was, loved dearly, by my father too. Especially in the summer evenings, my father would often ask me to bring out the stools, so he and his good friends can, reminisce, over their old glory days………
photo from the papers…
As I got lost in my train of thoughts, at this time, there was, an elderly man who’d slowly came closer, stopped, right by the tree.
He’d patted the tree, said hi to it. Then, sat down, stared at the tree, like gazing into the eyes of an old friend.
All of a sudden, I’d felt moved.
What a, sheltering, open, tolerant sort of hug that must be.
I’d tried, sitting by the tree too, learned, to befriend it.
Learning, to befriend the world.
So, this, is how someone found a long lost memory, by encountering something that’s so ordinary in one’s own life, and, all it takes, is for us, to pay a little extra attention to our surrounding environments, then, we will all be, inspired like this man here.
Life, the Obstacle Course 