Beside the garage where I lived stood a towering evergreen, its branches stretching wide, offering shade and comfort to anyone who sought its shelter. Tucked in a secluded corner where the garage wall met the fence, near the tree’s base, was a hidden spot—visible only to those who peeked over the six-foot fence in the alley. The lower branches had been carefully trimmed, allowing you to stand comfortably beneath its canopy, where patio stones were neatly placed around the base. It became my favorite place to sit whenever I was in the backyard.

Over the 30-plus years I lived there, the tree, one of the tallest in the neighborhood, became home to all sorts of creatures. Birds nested high in its branches, while squirrels darted from bough to bough. An owl once visited, and I learned that when owls are around, the other birds squawk in protest. The tree was always alive, offering protection and refuge to those smaller beings, keeping them safe from larger predators.

But more than the life it nurtured, what fascinated me most were the mysteries this tree seemed to hold. Every time the wind rustled through its branches, it whispered strange, unintelligible words. On sunny days, the shadows it cast danced in ways they shouldn't—changing directions, splitting into odd shapes, or forming symbols that would vanish as soon as I looked closer. One year, I watched a column of ants march in perfect formation up its trunk. Another, it grew over a foot in what felt like a blink.

Mysteries are woven into the very fabric of who you are, like hidden treasures waiting to be discovered, each one adding to your allure. Like the tree, your mysteries invite wonder and curiosity, drawing me in, not for answers, but for the joy of exploring the unknown. Your mysteries don’t demand to be solved—they are like the secrets whispered by the wind, enchanting and eternal, making you even more captivating with every moment shared. Like the tree, which offers shelter and comfort, when I am with you, I am home—wrapped in the warmth of your presence, where the beauty of your unknowns deepens my love for you.