Roots

I admire the places that wait patiently for humans to come and go and come back again. Humans take root in these places. But not the same roots as the concrete and steel foundations of their architecture. Not the same roots as the trees that shade their streets. Human roots detach as they leave and reattach as the plane lands in this foreign land.

I admire the places that wait patiently for humans to reattach to them. Humans are not as patient. Humans are not as deeply rooted. We spend our lives wondering whether this makes us lost or free.