While waiting, I took the opportunity to explore. Along the road were a series of maple trees that had some of the best climbing branches I’ve seen in a long time. If you’re wondering whether the urge to climb the tree over took me…. Does a conservative jump at the chance to make strawman arguments? (The algorithm loves political jokes.) I jumped up to the first branch and made my way up. Joyce Boulevard looks different from high up in a tree. The shade and breeze were amazing. When I came down to the last branch, I swung without thinking. Even though the tree is 15 ft away from the side road, the woman driving the maroon Yukon obviously didn’t expect a man to apparently fall out of a tree. I waved at her to let her know I had intentionally came out of the tree. Although she might be right if she claimed she saw a nut fall out of a maple tree this afternoon.

You would never know how brilliant the sun shone looking at my picture.

I sat under the shade of another tree and looked at the blue sky canopy above me – and the mix of dark clouds interrupting the sky. The breeze joined me as my mind went a thousand different directions. In the distance, I watch the clutter of traffic on Joyce.

“Grow up. You’re too old to climb trees,” some might say to me. I pity those people. Trapped on the ground in every sense that matters.
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