From a perfectly square rockbed stands a small tree sapling, swaying and gyrating as the wind passes through its leaves. It’s home is not a place that appears overly conducive to life such as this. With rocks that range from lightly tanned brown to hues of grey, the sapling is the only hint of life amongst a sea of the inanimate. The sapling, its leaves a dull green with hints of red, stands proudly in its place. Though young it may be, one day its magnificent limbs may provide shelter from the harsh afternoon sun that pierces my bedroom window.
Translating Observation | Observation 13 | Noah Hodgson
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