sacred day two hundred seventy-one

tree climber.

9.28.2011

i love that he runs toward trees.  he stands under them, looking up.  he notices the shapes of the leaves and asks their name.  he grabs hold of their limbs outstretched to the sun, lifting his feet from the ground and allowing the tree to hold his weight.  sometimes he steps into their limbs and finds himself in another world.  he's happy.  he's at home.