Monumental
November 30, 2010Along that road, soaring trees dissolved into the rainy ink above. We left the car in the lane and walked the road as if it were built for pedestrians.
The sound of tires on the nearby highway whispered through the branches. I listened for cars that might be on our avenue.
No one else drives this in the dark, he said. Worry slipped from me like a leaf.
It would have been easy to take that moment for granted. After all, when all the trees tower like cathedrals, it’s hard to remember each one is monumental as a prayer.
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