there is this tree

when it was fall the sunroom was a dream. I bent my mattress through the door, and slept with the windows open, and sleeping with the windows open was like sleeping in a tree, and I'm either really foolish or really stubborn, or both, but either way, warnings of winter seem unreal when you're sleeping in a tree. it started to get colder, at night first, mid-september. things got broken then: a window. . .and other things. and there is this great maple tree in the backyard, it's almost all you can see out the west windows, and it grew fiery red. and then it was cold all day and red became brown and then it was gone, and I could see the roofs of all the neighbors' houses. and then the tree spent most of the winter buried under snow and icicles and I spent it buried under blankets and sheets. I thought that that tree would never be green again. but now the neighbors roofs are barely peaking through leaves and I've been sleeping with my windows open for days.