I often visit this pine tree grove on my daily walks. There is an open meadow in the middle and the still strength of tree verticals are so restful. The strong verticals are obvious, but my eye is drawn to the soft horizontal lines in the pine needles and moss. Short staccato horizontal lines break up each tree trunk, the marks of where branches once grew.  This place brings me peace and also upliftment. Soon this will be under a quilt of snow.