As I watch gigantic trees sway in the wind, evergreens whose needles persevere through the winter, I can't help feeling romantic. Ridiculously sentimental admiration of the world. Sometimes, I wish I had their unthinking adaptability rather than the conscious personal need to change.

So tall and they sway so dramatically, yet they do not fall or break or do anything but sway. A radial body that feels the wind blow against hundreds of feet of self. Even the birds who rest on branches so high that they are nothing more than flickering pinpoints of color, they rest at such heights.

And yet, I'm lucky, because I can aspire to reach such heights. I can appreciate that wind. I can admire that beauty. I can seek to emulate those qualities I was not born with but which I desire.