The tree above our heads and the slight wind in our face. We joked about the people who climb trees for a better view.

The faint whisper of distant or close voices singing along with the thoughts in my head. What were you thinking as I played along on my knees?

The weather is bringing on Fall and all that comes, soon it will be winter and Fall will be worn out; forgotten. Regardless full attention is on the present and nothing else. I kept watching that tree as we sat on that table. The swaying tree that obstructed a view and yet also created one.

Did you notice the grass? Littered with feet, tapping, skipping along and not wanting to walk anywhere. We were surrounded. We were not alone. The feet, the tree and the slight wind in our face.