Recently it feels like the trees have been updated.
Same shapes. Same places.
But something hums beneath the surface.
The leaves catch light like they remember something.
Greens feel deeper.
Edges glow longer than they should.
It’s not loud.
No announcement.
Just a subtle shift you only notice if you’re not rushing past.
As if the world quietly refreshed itself overnight.
And kept it secret from anyone moving too fast to see.
Some changes don’t ask to be explained.
They ask to be witnessed.