Standing Under A Wet Western Hemlock

Personal memory by Reid Bogert

2004Alaska, USA

Standing under a Western Hemlock, at least 100 feet tall, eyes wide, I craned my neck back catching swollen drops of water falling from branches and needle tips, watched them come zooming down toward me with the driving force of gravity, zipping past my face, and then, splash, one fat drop exploded in my eye. I laughed and laughed up the tree with blurry eyes.