My tree of memories.
The photo was taken almost 15 years ago. It was in a park along a cycling route not to far from my old house.
A time in my life where a lot has happend in a short amount of time which more or less shaped who I am today.
The tree was a goal, a beacon to reach, a known mark in a strange envirionment.
It was our tree.. Just the three of us…
Even in the years after.. somehow the tree always came back in any form.
I’ve decided today to make a trip in the near future… just to see how it stands today…
Just to align.. See how she stands.. See where I stand..