Putting my hand* on an old tree (several, indeed) was a much needed therapy today. The trees were there before me, will be there after me, and I don't need to do anything for life to keep on doing its thing.
*One hand only, still need to hold camera.
I talk to the trees
But they don't listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me
~song from Paint Your Wagon 👍