I’m not truly convinced it is summer until the apple tree is the perfect shade of sunrise-pink. And then I climb into the branches and wait for you to come home.
Your daughter wakes you up to say that there is a monster outside her window, and tell her to go to sleep and say that they are just trees.
You got to sleep but suddenly wake up to screams and realise there are no trees outside the window.
the air screamed through the almost hollow trees. I waited, then it yelled.
Toothbrushes grow on trees.
You didn’t know this?