I like the curls on the bark and how one seems to be bigger and protect the other, like a heart but also like two "underlivings" and one little baby learning... learning on the steps of being "seen". I love the moodiness of early autumn... the wind, the mists... perfect time to sip a hot mug of tea and get inspired. I'm anxious and hectic these days... I don't know why, I've been carried by the "mood" and somehow I feel I've fallen on my knees... it just takes a little time to stand up but I may have bruised something, and then I go out... and I get mesmerized by the droplets on the leaves shifting colours... and all is restored