The Avenue of Chestnut Trees

The Avenue of Chestnut Trees near La Celle-Saint-Cloud, Alfred Sisley, 1867

Deep, surrounded, overgrown, unknown. It is not long until the trees change and lose their secrets. But until then, they close in on a person. Or a life. Ever get those moments when you don’t see anything coming? Things hit you hard. The confusion and hurt grows around you like so many climbing vines.

You know change is coming, but in what form, you have to wait and see. Will it be brilliant, as in some years of the past, or will it be brown and ugly?

You can see the Creator all around you, no matter what season. He is the one unchangeable constant. The only one. Even the woods seemed less dense in the past. This path seemed more traveled. The deer were less sinister.


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