A long time ago, more than fifteen years, this was a big tree. It was surrounded by other smaller trees and as such it made a wonderful natural tree house.

My brother and I used to play in it, up until my allergies kicked in harder than usual. I spent a week-end blind as my eyelids were swollen and couldn’t really open up. After that, I was weary of nature. Still am, but that’s more because I carry my nerves on the outside as a suit. A fear suit.

The big tree later got split in a storm. Quieeek! and Tha-dunk! It got chopped up then together with most of the other small ones in the grove. Now that the allergies have subsided into almost nothing, I want to visit it again properly. But that is impossible, just the ground and these sticks… It’s not the same.