The other day, for the first time, I saw people sitting among the branches. It seemed somehow intrusive to take their picture. Just as it seems somehow a sacrilege to climb the tree. The tree seems drier now then when I lived here, but then again, it has been a hot summer. And the roots of this tree surely go very deep, and offer solace and protection, as well as water and nutrition.
Whenever I am here, I carefully consider all factors, and choose the house I will someday live in. The blue one used to be my favorite, but I currently really want the building next to it, which is less photogenic but probably bigger and with a more direct view. Both are on a street I used to live on, though a block away out of viewing range of the tree. I also lived a block away in another direction, but in a basement apartment with a view of nothing. Later, I will probably choose a building somewhere else in the square, with less traffic noise. Maybe one where I can also see down to the river. In the meantime, while I await my fortune, periodic visits must suffice.