Recently there’s been something about trees. Or actually, there’s been something about a specific tree, one that I can see from my desk in my second period AP English Lit class. I stare at it frequently throughout the 90 minutes I’m in that class and I’m not completely sure why. I think it has something to do with the way that the wind has been blowing through it for the past couple of days, or the fact that I really enjoy that some of the leaves are a bright shade of green and that there are small shriveled brown ones that poke out evenly dispersed in the trunk. There’s something about how small the tree is and how frequently and harshly the wind blows through it, that makes it so interesting to me. I still can’t figure out why even after writing this pointless paragraph on a blog that no one reads, with words I hardly use anymore outside of an academic setting. Reminds me why I don’t write.