For his years, the Old Man was quite lively, and he loved spending his days at the city park. In fact, he had been fortunate to spend most of his waking hours there for decades, soaking in the environment.
One of his favorite pastimes was watching the minute steps of the trees as they walked slowly through the seasons. He’d see the ice-covered boughs slowly surface from the cold winters.
trees, men and life..!an extremely touching story narrated beautifully...
12/01/2013 at 11:37
Thanks for the reblog!
12/01/2013 at 11:56
the pleasure was mine…the post was intriguing..:)