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The tree in the back of your house.. I'm not sure, I've been thinking about it lately is all. One time I woke up; it was morning, but it didn't matter what time it was. It was one of those days where the sky was just all white and gray, like a solid gradient from one end to the other, stuck with neutrals and completely colorless. Every now and then, when the wind blew hard enough, a rush of rain would come down. It wasn't sad, and I know it'll sound sad coming from me, but it was as if the sky was trying to keep itself from crying and the wind was that whisper in it's mind telling it to let go of any restraint, to just experience the emotion fully. But I promise it wasn't sad; it was beautiful. Maybe all of my romantic ideas are misplaced these days, attached to the earth and it's seasons and tides. I sat down on the ground and it was wet but what did it matter? When the rain came down I would close my eyes and breath in the air.

It was cool, and the rain on my tongue was so fresh and pure.

But after every gust of rain, everything would glow. The green greener, alive, almost. It shimmered in the white light and it was as if the entire world before my eyes glows with a fogginess that enveloped me. The leaves sparkled like emeralds and jade, if those stones had any spirit in them. I closed my eyes for a little bit trying to lose my mind, throw it away into the darkness of the backs of my eye lids so that I could find it again and be reborn in this place. Another gust of rain came by as I fell into the shadows of my mind. After it stopped, I could distinctly feel the droplets evaporate off of me slowly, leaving a cold finger print of moisture where they used to be holding me. When I opened my eyes the sky was bright white and the tree in your backyard glistening as if it were you coming out of the shower. For the first time I felt completely made new, even if I was the same as before. Just as if the same me had walked out of one place and walked into another place, another birth.

You knocked on the sliding glass door and when I turned around you just shook your head. It's as if you know everything, but you'd hate that. You'd rather I know everything.

But I'm smart enough to know that if you have as much curiosity as me then you still have so much to learn.