There is something strangely mesmerizing about the trees outside my window.
During dark nights theye resemble inky black shadows with the darker sky behind making them feel like silhouettes of some forgotten piece of art.
During windy nights they move. Swaying to the wind in a dance that feels like timelessness.
Random thoughts, I know, but still worthy of speaking.
I hope I look as mesmerizing when I am anywhere near as old as they.