It may seem to you that I'm bored but I just can't take my eyes off the trees...
It's been a month since I arrived in Canada, a country of beautiful trees.
I usually go to the supermarket on foot and have walked past these trees many times. They've always been there. It's a pity they can't move, I thought.
Having lived here for a month, I'm finally free and don't need to force myself to remember the routes I've taken. Therefore, I look up and get to know more about these strangers I've always encountered.
The first tree is narcissistic. She is bald, yet she's wearing a blue hair ribbon. She is content with her appearance and just shows off whenever people walk by.