My new apartment is on the third floor of a house and I pushed the bed against the window. There is
My new apartment is on the third floor of a house and I pushed the bed against the window. There is a large and strange tree outside. I’m used to getting into bed, closing my eyes, and immediately drifting off. It has always been a gift. I never have trouble sleeping. Now, every night, I spend the moments before sleep looking at the sky and this strange tree’s branches. I have never been so aware of the changing season. I have watched every leaf fall from the branches, slowly giving me a more complete puzzle of the night sky. Sometimes there are stars, or the moon peeks through the branches. Last night it was particularly windy, and there were so few leaves I could actually count them. I watched three of the five get ripped away, as if the weather was trying to tell the tree to give it up already. Winter is coming whether you like it or not. (at Bull Hill, New York) -- source link