Day 188 - 08:50am, 8 July 2019
A bit of a nostalgia trip today. When we lived in our last flat round the corner, we used to lie in our bed and watch this one tree over by the canal bending and bowing in the wind. There was a row of houses in between, which meant we couldn't see the canal or anything that happened on the canal, just the top of this tree.
Walking back from taking today's photo, I suddenly realised that this must be the very tree. What surprises me most, more than the fact that I hadn't twigged the fact that this was OUR tree, was that it is situated on the far side of the canal. I'd always assumed that it was on the side closest to us because that's where the rest of the trees are. I try to decide if the tree looks bigger because it is close up or because it has grown in the intervening 12 years. I don't come to any conclusion, but I am nostalgic for those lazy Sunday afternoons spent reading the papers, with the cats cuddled in close and the tree waving back at us.
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