I walked by these stumps hundreds of times and didn't notice the various colors playing between the cracks, on the saw blade marks, and round with the rings until yesterday. The fall light filtering through the leafless trees illuminated the stumps so richly that they caught my eye, inviting me to take a closer look. What had looked like gray, dead wood so many times before, now showed colorful faces defying the dullness that comes from aging in a dry climate. The sun was generous yesterday — as today the stumps were again a gray that laid lifeless between the cracks, along the saw blade marks and around the rings. I will walk by them hundreds of times in the months and years to come, and wonder if they will ever again tease me with those colorful faces.
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