to_the_trees mon been up for a couple hours noon wastes away the sunshine this morning blinding i need to go to the woods in a bit i'm so bloddy confused i think no but i want to say yes i want to say yes but think no i want to say no i want to think yes i just don't want to think or feel if i had my own place it would be different if i wasn't so concerned about how it would make them feel how i would feel how it might be if i let it happen i don't know what'll happen i need to go talk to the trees 031111 ... shadow le crowl in such confusion it is the woods who will console you. go and listen. return changed. 031111 ... mcdougall I see you here, when I go out, but I’ve been feeling separate here, not like it was back south. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out next weekend? I’ve been meaning to catch up, and I figured after winter you could use a little company just as much as me. What do you say, next Saturday? 070323 ... nom i miss being able to run to the forest,...i miss the trees. but i know if i were there i'd be missing this city. 070323 ... kerry i bought my plane ticket to atlanta yesterday. i live closer now than i did for 7 years. it's a 2 hour flight but i don't go back more often than i did when it was 6, always with a layover. i time my visit to see certain people who are also migrating back but truly i go back for the trees. dad and i take walks and talk about the trees we see, notice which were just saplings last time i was there but are now dropping their leaves onto the sidewalk and beyond, and which ones were hit by lightning but still somehow survived, and did you know a loblolly pine can live to over 200 years? as a kid i didn't think much of those pine trees. i just noticed the needles that coated the ground like brown dust. the branches don't start until at least 20 feet. they aren't trees good for climbing. now lots of movies are made in and near atlanta, and i can tell by the loblolly pines. i watched a movie set in oregon and filmed in georgia. it was absurd; no douglas firs, only dogwoods and stark thin sky-high pines. peter sent me a picture of a foot-wide fungus growing in the liriope under the maple tree. it's gray-mauve and ruffly, like a rosette you'd find on a girl's sunday dress. i said it was pretty. he said it may be a sign of sickness; a specialist is going to come out to take a look. i said to keep me posted. i've thought that maple would outlive all of us; if it dies, i may not keep going back. 230925 what's it to you? who go blather from