I was choking from the lack of conversation.
I had to get some fresh air.
The meeting was killing me softly.
I looked around and saw the black asphalt of the parking lot.
Heat lines were rising off it.
But there was a tree.
In the distance, it swayed in the breeze.
One lone majestic pine.
Just as isolated as I felt.
A single Torrey Pine which saved my morning.
Brought me back to life.
The air in the meeting was stale.
Now I could breathe in the moments.
The parking lot was a desert of black tar.
Now it was an oasis.
Both of us spoke.
I went first.
Thanks for being born and growing there, Torrey Pine.
Thanks for not forgetting, Steven.