50. I See Things Differently Now

"The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus"

The house, spring 2018.

My house was bulldozed recently. Not the one I live in, of course, or the one I lived in before this one, but the house before. The house where I became a person. When we moved in, it was late fall. The tree in back is what hooked me: an old gnarly apple, bear-hugging the sky. A storybook-cliche of a tree with a little hole for a bird’s nest. At night it moaned a song.