For my tired eyes and jaded mind, there is a huge tree to look at. Right now a fine steady rain is gently bathing the tree. The wet, glistening leaves of various hues of green, filter the skylight.
It is difficult to think of the summer just gone, when the soiled leaves were turning the blaze into a comfortable haze.
It is difficult to think of the strong winds and lashing rains of some days ago, when the tree swayed just a bit.
It is reassuring to think that the ethereal canopy rests on a massive trunk which has struck deep roots.