…because it means that I’ve had to lie on my back and look up into treetops–which I recommend to you!
Yesterday evening, the treetops were fuddled by wind, Morse-coding fast overlapped leaf-patterns against the sky. Tonight is much calmer–fewer branch motions and many more manic twee sparrows, flying in for a few friendly “tweets” before settling to bedtime.
Meanwhile, high up above treetops, airliners seek Logan Airport, leaving long sunset-tinted contrails behind. And way-up-high-sky-winds drift those contrails across the treetop-marked sky–just as those same winds push cumulus clouds around. Why did I never, before tonight, notice that contrails are just a funny-shape kind of cloud?
And when did I ever before stare up into sky-treetops? One quick assessing glance, maybe, when I was a kid, before starting my own climb up the tree’s branches. Now that I’m 60, I look and appreciate without demanding to conquer.
Tonight gives new meaning to that old New England saying, “Look up, not down.”
Or to quote all of it,
“Look out not in.
Look forward not back.
Look up not down.”
Good advice, and may you enjoy it without having to get any pinched nerve in your neck!