Monday, August 12, 2013

treehouse

Sometimes, when I sit in my living room and gaze out my windows on either side, I have the strangest feeling, the feeling that I am living in a tree house.
Because we do our living on the second floor, and are on a bit of a hill as well, we look out into the arms of giant trees, bird high.
The branches sway and wave as they ride the wind.
Crows and robins and jays come and go.
Squirrel glance our way as they balance on the deck railing.
I just need a trap door and a rope ladder.

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