I wait at the bus stop each morning anticipating the sunrise as it reaches over the roof tops and blinds me. It's my favorite light, seeming so thin, clean and delicate. And as my eyes wonder across the sky this morning the vastness is broken by a brilliant fresh green. The tree accompanies me every morning, a quiet friend that wraps its branches around me. It's shade speckles the sidewalk. There is more security beneath the lively limbs than in the hundred planks that surround me each night.
young maple leaves
against a soft blue sky