signifies she is in reading mode. Most unwise to disturb her then. She will look up from her book and observe that i have strayed from the shores of my chores. And it will probably be the case that i have. That i have not yet attained my set quota of candles; meaning i have failed to retrieve the melted wax from all the yurts. Her reprimanding voice will be steady.
– Go climb a tree.
Suitably penitent, i will do as ordered. Selecting the massive cedar that rivals the château both in terms of its longevity and height. This tree being the inspiration for my first ever oral composition; a poem of sorts. Though as a semi-illiterate nine year old, i was yet to articulate what poetry was. However i had recognised – in both the tree and the landscape surrounding the château – something that was special. Something akin to beauty.
Today i climbed a tree.
Clinging to its branches. Hanging on
to its sheer life force
With mine.
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