“UP THERE”

I have climbed trees since I was a kid, something I did all the time in the summers. Part of the experience now is reliving that memory itself. The other is the bluntness of reality at the top of a tree: you have one simple thought: hold on.

It is a childish act of survival. The arrow invites you to participate and draws attention to the action, it also distorts a natural environment. 

At the top my heart pounds and I feel cemented in time, placed into the current moment and fully present.