There is a wide courtyard between a building I live and the next building. Three big and tall oak trees grow in this courtyard. On heavy snow days, I love to sit near the window with a cup of hot chocolat in my hand and watch the branches collecting the snow. Very soon, the dark gray branches turned into all white.
When it rains, if I sit still and listen carefully I could hear the rain water fall on the branches and leaves. During the warm weather, the kids from the opposite building always leave their toys out in the yard when it rains. The green and red tricyle lay upside down with one of the trainng wheels missing, a doll stroller, a plastic samurai hat, and bits and odds scatter under the trees.
When the rain stops and the sun comes out, and nobody comes out to claim the toys after a couple of days , the development custodians collect the toys when they clean the yard and dump the toys in dumpster.
A few days later the same kids have the new toys in the yard.
At the beginning of summer I notice oak trees have the luscious and greenest leaves compare to other times. And on breezy day the leaves move gently between them that creates familiar sound that reminds of my childhood times. The long gone times.
On a breazy days, I like to stroll under the trees and let the earth, leaves and wood scents wash all my senses as I head to the subway station. It is a good feeling to have when I walk pass the oak tree perimeter.