I am lamenting some unforgotten actions and wishing they would disappear, like I always am. I am wondering about the unsaid and wondering if there are things worth saying. I am wishing I was a lemon tree, so that I would be productive - prolific even - every minute of every day. Smelling sweet of lemon blossom and providing with fresh fruit. Feeding minuscule creatures whose importance we don’t even talk about. Giving shade to someone. Giving someone a proper view if they had the audacity to climb me to the top and stay a while.