This View

I come here often. I frequent this place regularly. And in spite of that, I never tire of this view.

It's not as if the scene changes much from day to day. There's not much different today from yesterday, or much from the day before. Yet I never tire of the view.

Great pine boles shooting skyward. Maple trees with silver bottomed leaves shimmering in the forest light. Oak trees hiding amid the others. And the two beech trees sneaking slowly up to the sky in the undergrowth where a big maple tree fell many winters ago.

I never tire of this view.

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