In the middle of the day on Sunday I told Kamel we had to run outside and take pictures of the eucalyptus trees.
“What?” he said.
“Yes. The trees. We have to,” I said back.
Because they are why I was sold on this apartment. A big, towering, gorgeous line of eucalyptus trees out our big wall of windows in our living room.
Do you know about these trees? Do you have them where you’re from? Have you ever caught a breeze with the scent of these trees on the wind? The freshness, like the most perfect summer day?
In the afternoons in the fall, while I was working from home, I often had all the windows open because we don’t have any air conditioning and there were a few days it hit 90 degrees. As I wrote in my living room the breeze would send in a myriad of sounds; the neighbor kids playing across the fence, the sound of a radio, a lawn mower, the whoosh of cars.
And the sound of these trees swaying in the soft breeze.
And when it’s really windy, like it has been lately, they sound exactly like the ocean. They are one of my small joys, one of the things that make really really happy. One of the things that are easily taken for granted because they’re just trees… hangin’ out, doin their thing.
And being totally, awesomely magical.