I sat at the bottom of a colossal tree with my hands sensing its fondness. I let myself be attached to its coolness and warmth, feeling like a child in my mother's lap. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs, savoring this union and the sensations of a full soul.
Did I come back to make restitution for the horror of being destroyed in a sacred building and to tell my story? I am not sure -- and yet there is a slight comfort in being able to place my unease with something somewhat tangible.