Test of Time

We will stand like the trees. Bend when we must, break when it's too much, grow tall and strong, patient enough to wait out the droughts. We will lift our faces to the sky and drink in the rain with joy and enjoy the lightening with quick fear. We will dig our feet into the ground and hold on with all of our might.

We will remain silent when we should. Tall, proud and humble, beautiful.

We will take your breath away.

*This is a re-post of sorts - from an old blog hidden in the memories of the internets. This is a beautiful friend that taught me many things over a series of trips to the west coast. He never failed to be exactly what he needed to be. This is my only way of introducing him to a new friend.