Words and Lines Ep 3: My Neighbor’s Fluffy Tree

I walked up to the terrace to see my neighbor’s fluffy tree. To listen to the sound of the world around. While the machines are silent, there is still nature – the trees, the crows, and the laughter of the children.

My neighbor has a fluffy tree that feels like a big teddy bear or a furry cat or maybe a cotton candy. As the evening sun fades, the leaves sparkle, the wind blows and they rustle. Perhaps the tree has a thousand leaves on it or even more, and each one moves in it’s own way with the wind, but together they carry a rhythm of symmetry.

A little sparrow comes, resting it’s little feet for a fraction of a second, it flies off to the opposite direction.

There is a different kind of quiet here, a different kind of commotion, many of us indoors. A group of children come out in their garden, their laughter filling the air. One of them is wearing a pair of yellow shorts, another one has a bicycle, the rest I can’t remember. They laugh unaware of the thousands things in motion around them.

Two pigeons have now landed in front of me. Not too close, not too far. One of them bends it’s head side ways and looks at me. Maybe they are friends, maybe not. Their feathers are fluffy too, like my neighbor’s fluffy tree. They are walking slowly likely half aware of my gaze. If I should stand, they would fly.

The leaves on my neighbor’s fluffy tree moves, singing to the tune of the wind. I cannot tell why but looking at the tree makes me feel calm. There are many more trees around, but this one feels special.

I think the two pigeons are friends, or maybe they are strangers still who landed on the same terrace for the time.

They say nature will always be there. The mud beneath your feet, the sky above your head, the wind on your skin. That is where we always belong, for what is in her is in me.

Maybe nature will always be there, like my neighbor’s fluffy tree, I wonder what would it tell me.

It will be dark soon as the lights go and the dusk sweeps in making way for the night sky. A dog barks and the pigeons have flown away, the children continue to play.

My neighbor’s fluffy tree still stands. The wind playing with it’s leaves, some times slow some times fast telling of the passing time.

I walked up to the terrace to see my neighbor’s fluffy tree.