Tree limbs remind me of eager hands, both outstretched and twisting through the air in a subtle move to snatch the blue or give a touch.
my grandmother gesturing as she hands the secrets of a priceless chile recipe to her sister.
a thirsty tree gesturing as it thrusts itself into the thriving forest all around.
a fighting tree gesturing as it prepares to strangle the pine for the life it longs for.
