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.