It’s the smell that I notice first                 Then it’s the sounds in this urban park where this tree moss grows… Stretching from the roots towards the canopy of this gorgeous maple. 

I am becoming a tree lover not dissimilar to those I used to ridicule for their frothy dissertations in the past… It’s just that here in the city these accidental moments of solitude and serenity that appear here; I am more aware now of what this means. 

I didn’t grow up here. I grew up in the rural; where the tree moss was everywhere; yet I didn’t see forest for the trees.

Dennis Mantin