miss you, hairy tree

It's one of my favorite trees in the old neighborhood before moving. It was standing on a hill about ten blocks away from my old apartment so I usually took a bicycle to see the tree. The hill was not so high but pretty stiff that whenever I biked there I ended up breathing so hard as if I was angry or something. Up on the hill, I could see the road that I came through only to look at the tree. The tree branches looked like hair of a girl standing in the wind and I liked them. As I biked the way down, cool air blew through my sweaty hair and I liked that.

Jan. 4, 2009 Gardena, California