Heather stepped toward the tree and extended her hands, almost tripping and bumping into it because she was guiding herself with Kale’s eyes. She ran her hand along the rough bark, something she’d done so many times in the past. This was an oak. She knew exactly how the bark felt on many different kinds of trees because she’d felt them all on her own property. But now, she knew what an oak tree looked like.
“You don't understand how many times I've seen a tree like this by feeling it with my hands and now I can actually see what I've been feeling all these years. It's just so…”
“Overwhelming?” he offered.
“Yes, overwhelming.”
Each leaf of the tree seemed itself to be a smorgasbord of greens colliding and overlapping each other. She reached up and wiped the wetness off her cheeks. Th
