Trees grew much faster in there than they did in the wild, but they would not fully mature. They would collapse on themselves before they could reach their full height. It was confusing.

Taking care of my body has a senses of sacredness and reverence. Because every October I am reminded that this is the only body I get, and that everything can change in a heartbeat.

How many times did I see it coming and still claim it wasn’t my fault?