My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!
I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic.
Like people, trees are all individuals.
When I run in Ethiopia, I look out and see eucalyptus trees and rivers.
The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
I grew up in the Northeast; I've seen hurricanes before and trees down and cars destroyed.
I've been fascinated with severe weather since I was four, when I saw a tornado at night in my mom and grandmother's southeast Minnesota hometown while everyone else was asleep - an experience I encoded in 'The Stormchasers.'
I can't see the forest through the trees, except the trees are people.