The Contrarian

  • November 4, 2016

Walking through row upon row of precisely placed trees on the farm in the early morning fog was a surreal experience. The enveloping mist closed around me and made for a eerie scene. As I felt the sun began to break through I turned toward the warmth and saw a single tree breaking rank from the perfectly aligned rows, stretching toward the light…a metaphoric reminder to be my own person, true to myself, in a world driving us to conform.A singular poplar tree grows its own way while the rest remain in perfect formation