Having a picnic. Laying on my back staring up at this tree.
This tree has no idea that it’s Sunday.
Sundays, even family Sundays like today, feel different. Conditioning I guess. Can’t stay up late. Must finish weekend chores.
This tree has no idea who’s running for president. Or governor. Or judge.
This tree has no idea how long it has been here or for how munch longer it will be here.
I like this tr… SQUIRREL!!