August 29, 2010 § 4 Comments
I really liked this field. There were a bunch of fig trees that always looked dead; they were twisted at odd angles, they looked very dried out. But secretly, those fig trees are alive. In the spring, they bloom, in the summer they bear fruit. Something about that makes me happy. Like how when you’re a kid & you genuinely believe that all of your toys come to life the second you close the bedroom door & walk away. These trees come to life when they think they have everyone fooled. It’s like magic, magic that you’re able to see when you’re a grown up & supposed to be beyond believing in those things, it’s wonderful.