There's this tree out back of my classroom that is begging to be made into the world's greatest tree "school" house.
Everyday I go back there to look at it, dodging the greaser boys smoking in the shadows and the couples necking under the eaves and the giggling boys playing grab ass tag and the sullen girls with weeping guitars and I imagine instead a castle of creativity.
Rooms in high branches connected by rope bridges, spirals, slides and swings, pulleys and trap doors, a tree like this has more character than any thousand people you'll meet today.
This old behemoth that will outlive me by a million years. Yes, for whatever reason, I long to make it mine.