The Reach of the Branch Reveals the Depth of the Root

In my neighborhood, there are many live oaks. Their winding and twisting limbs spread in a majestic canopy, green leafed capillaries against the sky.

I pause in my morning walk to place a hand on deeply furrowed bark. Under my palm, a force rises from the earth and gently filters into my heart. I walk on.

Life has some possibility yet.