Orange Frizzante

Over the weekend we were told a whole cache of Aboriginal creation stories. One of which told of the origins of the poplar tree, and why the leaves are always moving, with or without wind.

I sit beside a window in my afternoon English class. And I daydream and stare out that window for half the class at an enormous tree. It's a big, beautiful poplar.

Coincidences like this make me so very happy.