Tearing along the Pennsylvania Turnpike at 75 mph on a bright February day, I tried to look at and see beyond the trunks of leaf-less hardwood trees. I seemed to be passing them at varying rates of speed - the nearer trees too quickly to focus on them, the farther trees more slowly, but obscured by the rushing nearer ones. My mind could not linger on any tree, whether near or far. In my hurry, near trees passed too fast and far trees were obscured by closer ones.
At the end of my trip I had not seen - really seen - a single tree. And I felt that loss.
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