My Tree

This is my tree and me. I picked the particular tree after some debate because I could wrap my arms around this tree in a big bear hug. I like hugs quite a bit. Real hugs, like bear hugs. None of that awkward side grabbing stuff. Since beginning my college experience I've had very few hugs. I figure the tree doesn't get very many hugs either, so we could both get some benefit.

A big bear hug also seems like it would establish a better connection between me and the tree. More of a connection to the environment. I’ll admit, I didn't spend enough time hugging my tree to hear any stories from it. But there is stories to be found everywhere. If you talk to someone and actually listen to what they say, chances are you will hear a story. Every melody sings of emotion. The constellations of the night sky hint of mythical characters from ages past. The life of every animal, no matter how mundane, is a ballad. There’s a tale behind every feature of the landscape. The lawns of campus tell the story of thousands of footsteps.

I’m sure my tree has a story. It was probably planted quite a while ago, maybe even before my parents walked this very campus. It has been the silent witness of many things; crimes, romances, the laughter among friends. It’s probably even been hugged before, once upon a time.

 But this time there’s proof.