It's the first day of many in which I will find myself amidst the rooftops of grey glass windows, their reflection emitting its radiancy into my morning eyes. Above the ledge, on top of the building in front of me there sits a tree who carries a confident countenance. It stretches its leaves far and wide wanting to consume the space around it. Though it is not tall, its reminder of the green wonders differs sharply from its rusting companion down below. Through the window I can feel its gaze as it stares through its many layers with an intensity so strong that I feel it is searching for my own. However, as look out longer I feel more calm and settled for the tree is a reminder that everything is ok. "Just stretch your leaves" it says "and make your own space."