I remember
in the summer
how we would sit at the foot of the old oak tree
sending wishing up to the highest branches
not caring if they came true just that they were heard
that someone beside ourselves could experience our dreams as we did
I remember
in fall
as the leaves piled up around us we sent them fluttering as we cannonballed into piles stacked high as mountains
or so it seemed to us at the time as smiles lit up our faces not wishing for anything more than each other
and that pile of leaves
I remember
in the winter
climbing up the bare branches of that old oak tree and leaping into the air
falling fast only to be caught in the cold embrace of the snow below us as we quickly learned to only jump when the snow was thick enough
as the sun reflecting off the white snow was hard pressed to match the brilliance of our laughter
I remember
in the spring
as our old oak tree was coming back to life
as we tried hopelessly to count every leaf as it grew back so we knew undoubtedly how many leaves there were towering above us
I remember losing count and blaming you for counting aloud and distracting me
oh yes I remember everything that passed
as we stood at the foot of the old oak tree
