If you didn't already know, I absolutely love palm trees. They remind me of home. Probably because the streets near my house are lined with palm trees and when I was little, I always recognized it as "about five minutes to Grandma and Grandpa's house." My parents move around a lot, but my grandparents have lived in the same house all my live, so this place is like, the one constant place in my life that feels like home.
I had a weird imagination for this. The palm trees look like overgrown mic stands, and then I wondered: What if God had a quartet of angels?
ReplyDelete