I touch my hand to the oak tree, which I’ve named my oak tree, when in reality it doesn’t belong to me, or anyone. In fact maybe we each belong to each other.
I take a few extra breaths, admire the sun shining through the leaves, and hope to imprint this image in my mind for the rest of my days.
I walk up just one more block to, maybe my second most favorite block in this neighborhood because it uniquely hosts the monk parakeets that are rare in the US, let alone Austin but found in small pockets.
I am excited, today is a warmer day so these lime green birds feel safer to fly about and make a cheerful cawking noise. I stand there dumbly and admire these funny creatures – who seem to spend most of their lives building their nests.
