i'm gonna go backwards to the beginning.

i saw that my tree, number 11, has a doorway at the bottom, and oval windows upstairs. i imagine a staircase inside, maybe spiral, like in a lighthouse. i wonder who lives there. 
i imagine a racoon looking out at the moon. oh i didnt bring a picture, but here's the fok art i found in harold park with my crystal with two faint ghost mountain peaks inside. 
this is the picture number 3 of the morning.