One thing we like about living in Colorado Springs is how easily we can pretend that we’re not living in a city. A few minutes of walking the right direction down a trail puts you far enough away from the road noise of both the city and the interstate, and nature has a chance to speak up… or at least the volume on “civilization” is turned down. As we walk back toward the trail head, the volume of “civilization” creeps back up until it drowns out nature once again.
This tree stands at the edge of some rocks on the other side of the railroad tracks along the trail we’ve been walking lately. It stood sort of back lighted by the sun, a rugged, worn sentinel. I imagine if trees spoke, the stories it might have. What would it tell us? Would we listen?