When you see the fronds and leaves and canopy from overhead, they look different. What scratches and pummels you, what you push aside and leap past, when you are on land, forms a knit blanket of green arms draped on one another when you are in the sky. The forest rises and falls like the land it is rooted in, with a regularity not regularly attributed to trees. You could practically reach down into them and rustle their leaves, like the fur of a lumpy dog.
Denny,
Just got your Mom’s and Dad’s Christmas card with new about your ventures in Taiwan. Sounds pretty cool. If you ever get to Del Mar, CA call me and drop in for a visit and we can go surfing together, take care and God Bless, your Dad’s cousin, Patrick Sweeney aka Padraig