it was stale, winter dreary, as my eyes searched the backyard for some sign of life.
and while there have been many moments when the mosaic of gray leafless branches shattered the passing clouds in a way that soothed my dark uneasiness, today i needed a hint of spring—a taste of fresh earth.
after all, i was sipping on a light, ginseng tea—not a lukewarm cup of day old joe.
how nice would it be to have one tree that always held leaves out proudly, that always stood in grand majesty, that always rendered time, wind, drought and blight harmless.
and that's when it hit me.
i need me one of them verizon cell tower trees.
and i'd always have four bars to boot.
yeah, that would be perfect.