Trees are fascinating.

I think Frost had a thing for them. But I have a thing for the sky.

Poets are weird. Writers are weird.

I don’t really consider self-help authors writers.

Is that ok?

I know they wrote. Or write. But that isn’t their craft. What they’re pushing is their craft. Not the words.

Feel me?

I digress…

Nobody’s listening to me… not even the trees