This is the view outside my window whenever I\’m lying down in bed. Because I haven\’t been feeling all that well for the early part of this year, this is a view I saw a lot. My attention almost always fixed on that branch from our neighbor\’s chico tree. I would see it bathed in sunlight when it\’s sunny and I would see it swaying in the wind and wet whenever it rained. At night I can barely make it out. I felt I had a constant companion whenever I was feeling bad both physically and emotionally. It became a constant in my life…something I could count on to always be there whenever I looked out the window. And it became quite a big comfort for me.
Nowadays I\’m feeling a whole lot better, I still look out my window and I still see it there. It\’s grown a little bit and seems to have a lot more leaves than before. It still makes me feel good. It\’s quite ironic because I actually hate the chico fruit. I\’ve never liked it. I don\’t like the smell of it, and I don\’t like the taste of it. But I\’m so glad that tree is there for me to look at. I\’ve grown to appreciate at least that.