Grace and ambiguity
I walk near Jamaica Pond and notice the grace and ambiguity of these trees. How many are there? Which are branches, which separate trees? It simply is not clear. And I wonder about their proximity to one another. Some are family, some are neighbors. But all live their entire lives close together.
This is familiar to me, someone who grew up and now lives in densely peopled areas (with a lengthy intermission in backwoods and village). I have seen that it can be easier to be isolated close to crowds; I have sat alone on park benches watching the animated sharing of walkers and talkers.
The difference, of course, is that I can change location if I choose, while these trees are literally rooted. The company they are given is the company they keep. Change in that domain is simply not an option. I know what it would feel like for me to be rooted. I suspect the experience is vastly different for this simple and likely unplanned vegetative grouping.
And what is there to learn?
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