May 23, 2005 14:38
The trees here in Florida are different, hardier. I drive along the interstate and watch the masses of green flow by on either side. The palm fronds sway gently in breezes barely felt by me on the ground. My dad claims that he doesn't see them anymore, but I make sure I do; it's a reminder that I am still really here.
Leave a comment
Comments 2
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment