A tree

Woke up this morning by a call from Christophe. Heard the same sound of rain drops as when I went to bed - it has been raining since days. Chatted a bit with him, knowing that he would go to a friend for lunch, I told him it was raining cats and dogs here before hanging up. A bright light flashed in my eyes while I stepped out my bed room. It was snowing. The first snow of the year. In our yard, there's a little tree has accompanied me these years. Sitting in front of my study desk, I face directly to the yard garden, unavoidable that unknown- name tree. In spring its leafs are harlequin; summer it blooms milky flowers; in autumn it turns gradually golden brown; and in winter it's often covered with snow. Every now and then when I feel tired or frustrated during learning, and need a short break, I raise my sight and observe the tree at its slender but firm and tenacious trunk. No matter the change of its environment, it remains staunch, quiet and elegant. It became my study inspiration.