Sometimes I think I’m a perv.
Spring has sprung, and the trees are in their lushest rainments, and all I thinking about is what’s under those leaves.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the green. It feeds the soul.
But, while I am not longing for winter, I find I am already looking forward to fall when the trees show a bit of “skin”. There is something magical about the gnarled limbs that the lush green clothing obscures. Like the subtle colors of a rainy day, the naked trees in fall and winter show their character, and while character doesn’t simply feed the senses, it is somehow much more intriguing.