Trees

I went to Laguna on Christmas eve.  I didn't spend the eve there though thus the long journey where I came from, if you've seen the earlier posts. The traveling part was one good thing that happened that day. The road was packed with trees, made to draw shades. I've never seen so much trees for a long time so I was just in awe. That moment there, in the jeepney, I watched and absorbed the view I would rarely see from where I'm now.

Trees seemed to be my idiosyncrasy for a long time. I have the habit of looking up at them. Observing how the earth has formed it's roots, it's trunk standing tall with its branches made stretch up high. I love passing through trees and see how their leaves form to make a unique frame of the sky.  I love how they shed their leaves on the ground. And when they've dried up, you couldn't help but be amused of the crunch sound the leaves make.

I especially like trees that grow colors from its flowers. When I ride one of the trains in Manila, it passes by a huge cemetery. The cemetery happens to be a solemn place for the lost and gone. There stood all over the place trees that bears white flowers. It's always seems like a silent offering not everyone would notice. Then there was this tree that makes yellow petals. I keep passing by the tree every morning during my review days. Everytime, I'd regret not having a camera to capture what I see. There was the same tree but in another place. One day, I was walking by and God knows, there was wind that made the tree let it's petals slowly rain on my path. And I was stunned because I was walking with my art teacher, and he said it was so beautiful.

I want to hold on to this idiosyncrasy like a piece of inspiration. They keep me away from my thinking head and rather fill me with happy thoughts.