my tree

There was a tree next to the house I was living in. It stood in a parking lot, overlooking a part of the city, and it had a branch from which I could hang in order to stretch my back.

I tried to visit the tree every day:

After a while I noticed that I had started referring to it internally as “my tree”.

Today in the afternoon (after visiting my tree) I went to Narikala Castle:

It was located on a hilltop, and I figured it must have been pretty impressive at some point, but now all that was left was a pile of ruins with a view:

I stayed there until the sun went down:

And – just like so many times before – I looked down upon the lights of Tbilisi, the place where I had been staying for a month:

Somewhere in there was my tree:

Then I said goodbye to castle ruins:

And I went back down into the old town and got a hot cup of tea, because I was freezing:

I wondered how I was supposed to walk through the cold.

How had I managed to do it before?