Climb
I didn’t have much time and maybe that’s why the urge to ascend seemed reasonable. I jumped across the gap between the trees. Had I missed, I would have taken a swim. Up I went, for some reason confidently and quickly. Because I was near the trail, I got a good laugh because two bike cops rolled past. Both of them did a long double take, probably to confirm they were in fact looking at a middle-aged man dressed in blue rapidly climbing a tree that didn’t look like it should be climbed. I expected them to turn around and at least ask me questions out of curiosity. They didn’t, so I continued to climb. I didn’t risk the long step over to the adjacent tree, one of those in the pictures. But I did perch up there high enough to feel the amazing breeze. I wonder what these same trees might look like from 10,000 feet. There’s only one way to find out. And that makes me secretly smile too.
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P.S. Parenthetically Speaking 