The Dryad’s Insight: Weeping Trees and Aspens
The weeping willow tree in our courtyard was being especially beautiful this morning. Some of the branches have turned yellow, but some have stayed green, and there was a slight breeze in the air. Altogether gorgeous weather, but apparantly it’ll snow tomorrow. The sun hits my bed as I’m doing homework at about ten o’clock, and when it’s shining through the leaves that are swaying, it makes a lovely light effect. This is the tree’s song before the Cold Season. I doubt there’s a dryad in this tree or I’d have some kind of a connection to it. Perhaps it’s had a bit of the old soul of a willow dryad sung into it, and today was the day that dryad claimed it, called the bit of soul back, for her hibernation.
This incident is unusual because I don’t connect with that tree very well. Weeping willows and weeping birches are the celebrities of the tree world; they’re incredibly high maintenance and popular with all the humans around them. They have annoying laughs and snore when they hibernate. They rarely say anything intelligent. They’re different from aspens in that aspens are just ditzy but still loveable. Aspens still say something useful albeit extremely romantic every now and then, even though they’re somewhat vain. But I admired the celebrity today; I’m entitled to do that every once in a while.
To my fellow writers: yes, this is a bit of the world of my newest story that’s been rolling around in my brain. You can borrow bits if you like, I suppose, because that’s what writers do, but please don’t steal the whole premise from me.
There. I’ve allowed myself enough distraction. Back to homework, though I’m glad class was cancelled today.