As I watch your soft limbs bow before me giving me permission to climb your sturdy trunk up to your leaves.
I peek through the branches, the world broken up into crisscrossed windows each one a glimpse into someone's world.
I'm reminded of my younger days, climbing higher and higher until the sky brushed my fingers in a soft command.
I would be a sky pirate, searching for something or somewhere or someone until momma came outside with lemonade and PB&J and all my problems were solved with a single kiss to my forehead.
Now, though, I simply watch from above content in spending a few moments alone, just me and you and the sky.
Wind picks up, your delicate branches waving in the breeze letting swaths of gold float to the ground in curtains that coat the cracks in the pavement and hide the imperfections with golden rain.
And in that moment, there is nowhere else I'd rather be.