I walked in my neighborhood after work and before picking D up from school. At at corner near my house, there is a stand of three or four very tall pine trees, and the wind today was having its way with them. Further down the block, I saw a single pine nestled in among a stand of deciduous trees, and the frantically waving branches of the pine made it look as if the tree were trying to escape.
I walked and watched the pines and saw my fingers go redder and redder with each picture I took. When I came home, I made corn muffins.
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