August 10, 2017
The day is a little out of phase, the tree bark rough against my skin. This one is a cottonwood, timber reaching high into the sky, straight and bigger around than I am. And I am a big man. A big man. What does it take to be a big man? I am no big man in that sense. I am a little man. I may have once thought myself to be a big man but I was a little man even then. It likely makes a man bigger to realize how small he really is, a mote of dust.