Although I live near two great county trails (Burke-Gilman
and Sammamish River) that I walk regularly for morning exercise, I generally avoid them weekend mornings
because they tend to be so congested. On
Sundays I treat myself to a city-sidewalk route that takes me by this
magnificent northwest sequoia tree. 
My walks provide me with lots of time to ruminate and contemplate.
Today, as I passed this tree, I began to think about the future—fifty . . . or a
hundred years from now. Maybe even two hundred. At what point will this
gorgeous living thing crowd out its manmade neighbor, if no one interferes before then? How
many centuries/millennia will it outlast the 2012-constructed house on the
other side of the fence? Or will it be cut down when it "gets too big"?For now, it is a wonderful gift to passersby.
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