The Tree seemed like a god: unmovable and indestructible. I worry—does it feel any pain? Is it whimpering as it withers, its face pushed in the dirt?
I was packing up, getting ready to leave for a short stop in Chitré for The Hubs’ business, and then onto Panama to catch a flight to the US to visit my family.
As I stood in the kitchen finishing my coffee, I listened to the wind and idly gazed outside. The branches of the giant eucalyptus tree were being blown to and fro and for some reason I thought, “Take it in. You may never see this place again.” I guess it was one of those fatalistic notions you have before going on an airliner. You never know if you’re ever going to come back home.
We left the house a half an hour past our ETD (which was pretty punctual for us)…
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