Occasionally, the unusually tall, scraggly dogwood reminds us of its presence. One of only a few trees on the property of this old mill building turned artist lofts, it’s branches often scratch at the second story window in the wind - sometimes violently. Almost daily, its many branches allow the city sparrows an opportunity to gaze into the apartment. A link between the wild and the urban, it sometimes feels as if the branches are actually inside the apartment. This tree is a gift.
But today, the dogwood stands completely still and free of onlookers. Looking out the window to the East through the bare branches, it looks as though a gentle snowfall may begin at any moment. Turn a bit and gaze out the opposite window to the West, and you might believe a summer rain