The Swift Tree

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It was a warm day for Christmas back in 2007. I stood looking at the tree after putting the star on the top of the tree. I looked at all the lights glittering on the golden touch of the tinsel which surrounded the tree. I had a feeling that change wa...

It was a warm day for Christmas back in 2007. I stood looking at the tree after putting the star on the top of the tree. I looked at all the lights glittering on the golden touch of the tinsel which surrounded the tree. I had a feeling that change was in the air. The season had been much different than all those prior to it. As I stood there ready to take the photo of the tree seeing the size it had grown to be, I was amazed. How did I know each year where to put the ornaments to keep from throwing the balance off enough that the tree would lean or fall. Then I pondered on the thought. There was no left or right. The tree was designed in a circular motion. The top so small and the bottom so big. It always amazed me each year as I added the new to the old. Sometimes the new would clash with the old but in the end after completely decorated it always seemed to blend where you could not see the difference. I took the photo then opened up my computer as always before. I opened up myspace page. It was the new online hangout where we all went to share and post. I uploaded the yearly Christmas photo. I set back and thought of the early years before myspace. Christmas passed and winter kind of slowly rolled around with an early spring.. As spring came I was packing to make a 900 mile journey back to Ohio from Rhode Island. I had seen many things in a short 2 year span on the east coast of the USA as I traveled. Personalities where not much different. I remember setting in a place once eating as I stared at the autographed photo's on the wall. I was like this is an image I had seen before. Give me a brush and I could paint the image with colors as apposed to words. The echo's seemed to come to life as many things seemed to go around as they came around. The beginning was no different than the end of each echo except for the distance. The stories have been many as I have set here at a computer from one decade to the next. I always wondered why so many would come and go. The level of the brighteness of the light in their soul always seemed to surprise me. Especially on youtube. Online and offline the days passing would take me through many a story written and inspired from those I had come to know. All in all I knew there would always be one piece missing to each story. The mystery unsolved. Real or fiction? That would be the most difficult riddle to solve. Packed I headed to my next destination to be yet surprised again by someone I would see perform live upon a stage. For me it became known as " Front Row Seats... "

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