The ground’s covered in snow. Just a skiff. But it’s cold and now I don’t see people outside in their yards. We’re all inside watching TV.
“I’ve been doing some hard thinking,” I told Mrs. Scurfield last night in her living room at our weekly Friends meeting. “I think the Trees are bigger in my mind than they are, y’know, in real life. Like, when I don’t go out to see them, that’s when my obsession gets enormous. But when I go out there all the time, then it’s there but it’s not so emphasized.”
“Oh Matthew,” she said. I realized she was looking past my words. To a place I can’t see in myself.
“Does that make sense?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“So whaddaya think?”
“I think I’d like a cup of tea.”
Sometimes, amazingly, other people’s lives don’t revolve around me and my concerns.
And sometimes people leave comments on this site which really throw me. Make me reconsider everything. Like Joel and Jon Kramer’s comments on the last post.
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