For Catherine:

Are you out there?

Swindled into 21st first century love. Words and pictures bundled together creating the illusion of existence. Things should be carefree and light, actions and desire should have minimal meaning attached.

The algorithm is remiss. Compatibility doesn't exist for those borne of the land of hollow trees and parched grass. Divided by decay, unable to branch out.

But there is that singular hope that the tree's last dried-up, withered seed will catch the right gust at the perfect instant--a moment of beauty as it's pushed and pulled landing finally in a thriving pasture.