The Woods Closes in on Us

When I first met Ken one of the things he mentioned that I found odd was that each fall he felt a gladness when the trees lost their leaves and the woods opened up for a longer view.  And each spring he felt a bit of sadness when the trees leafed out and the woods closed up in their green.

And now I feel it, too.  Each spring the trees leaf out, and although I love the curtain of green, I do miss the openness of fall and winter