::1998: Mrs.S's eighth grade history class::I sat looking out the window during class (perhaps about Genghis Khan) to the oak tree across the street that was a brilliant shade of orange. I thought, "How lucky I am to sit here and look out the window to see such a lovely tree. It must be the most beautiful tree in all the town."
::2010: My living room::I sit looking out the window of my living room one morning with a pumpkin latte in my hands. Now I look out the window to the same tree which now sits in my side yard. I think about how it is the most lovely tree I have seen all season. Suddenly I remember this is the same tree I saw twelve years ago. Only now it is my tree.