I often drive to a lot of places in the
New York City area, but lately I chose to go by rail. It is an expansive
experience.
The environment is a predominant
observation on my rail sojourns. The window is my seatmate. I see trees in
winter storage or fully leafed and growing in the most inhospitable places
between track and fence, between rail and stone, between cement and junk.
Amazing.
These trees set an example of service to
all humans. They stand not in a place to display their leafy or naked glory.
They are tucked behind buildings and sheds and few people ever see them even
though they may look at them.
In their growth and growing place they are
deformed by the proximity to man’s fences, walls, and concrete surfaces, yet
they stand to serve in the simplicity of a symbiotic relationship. Our CO2 for
their O2.
What a gift of life.
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