I found this tree today, while meeting Adam for lunch at a park in Beverly Hills. It reminded me of all the long summer nights I experienced as a child. I'm not sure why, but it brought so much happiness to me that I felt an overwhelming sense of security and comfort. Somehow, my memory of being a child, climbing trees on one of the (what felt like) many endless summer nights, comforted me. I can still smell the scent of the fresh mowed New Jersey lawns, the faint smell of barbeque as people finished their late night meals, and the feeling of childhood - where anything felt possible and like my whole life sat before me, just waiting. Under this tree, twenty years after I have been eight years old, and nearly 3000 miles away from where I grew up, I felt like I was home. And in that same thought, I felt the world get just a tiny bit smaller, suddenly connecting all of the floating dots to form one picture that could tell the story of my life.
It felt too beautiful to keep to myself.
Happy Monday.
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