if you’re doll, live in a dollhouse

I was sitting on the back steps of the chapel this morning, holding my head in my hands and being a general grump because it was too damn early.  I watched passers-by taking pictures of campus for a moment before redirecting my attention to the nothingness that was before me.

Then I saw a tree.  The Tree.

On just a little hump of a hill there was a tree tilted at a forty-five degree angle, but perfectly straight; taunting gravity and daring its roots to let go.

Good for you, tree!  Thanks for making waking up worth it.