The old hollow beech tree (pencil sketch)
I went back to my old stomping ground (London). I went back to the old hollow beech tree I used to go to and climb into. Now it's cordoned off to protect its roots. Still, it was good to find the same peace again. I felt safe being near such an old being, growing imperceptibly through life, as I had jumped through. Together we have shared the earth. I had grown, this old tree had grown older; I had gone through all that, the tree had always been here; I had gone here and there, and I had gone far away. The tree was always here. And now we pick up where we left off, like old friends, my heart instantly filling this space.