“....I
am every tree of that genus, and I am none of them. When I am not
here I am forests, breathing the seasons. I simply am.”
Oak
finished speaking and....well, just for a moment, it felt as if the
world was holding its' breath.
“I'm
not sure that makes things any clearer,” my husband said, and the
tension shattered around us, “But thanks for trying to put me
right.”
Oak
bowed his head and shook it, trying to bring his hands to his cheeks
as if to wipe away sleep, but the washing line held him fast. “Homo
Sapiens,” he muttered to himself, “It's a wonder they...” his
words trailed into a mumble and I couldn't catch the rest.
We
sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, Edward and I sipping at our
tea, Oak seemingly just staring into the distance, regardless of the
wall right in front of him. It was only when the creaking started
that he stirred at all.
