I have spent an inordinate amount of time sitting where you are standing. In sunshine, rain, frost. In wind storms and snow storms I hugged my knees.

Spring rode by on a bike with new tires, summer lazed away under the sun. Autumn quietly changed under our eyes and winter brought everything to a halt.

Occasionally I would cross paths with another bole dweller.

A young man with long hair, doing tai chi for the trees. Wobbling with the breeze.

The couple playing cards, silhouettes in the sky. Trading more than Kings.

Enzo, the labrador. Who would break my concentration. Throw the ball. Reminding me to look up once in a while.

I took a seed from the ground you are on. And planted it back home. I have returned it to the hills, for us to watch grow. While we do our duty, of guarding the spot.

Whatever the weather.