On this mild March morning, this lone tree stands against the blue sky. I don't often venture on this road to get into the city, but when I do, regardless of the season, I enjoy this 'lone soldier'. Growing up, a tree like this was meant to be climbed or attacked with nails, hammer and boards for a treehouse. These days, I'll stick with just gentle admiration from a distance. This tree is on the verge of changing soon, with buds breaking out all over. Life pushes forward.