Strange

Since I've changed the structure of my bedroom, I now have a perfect, picturesque view of the tree that is poised right outside my largest window. I can sit at my desk, or even on my bed and just watch.

Only a few weeks ago she (yes she... of course) was full and green. Then, the colors came, starting down the center first before spreading out to the whole: orange, red, and yellow.

Then, the leaves let go. Some waiting for a wind so they can fly a little or a lot as they fall. Those are the fun ones basking in release. The others just dropped heavy in the stillness with no enjoyment of new freedom. I think to myself what a waste that was.

Now, she is suddenly naked except for a few orange that cling. (I wonder why they hesitate.)

Her bareness slapped me conscious today, this morning. I realized that I am a witness to her transformations in time, and that she has been a witness to mine!

Now I feel naked and somewhat... embarassed.

I have this urge to name her, just so I can say hi or something in the mornings. Strange, I know, but I don't care if you think it is.

I will call her Mahogany, after my favorite.