THE TREE, THE CLOUD AND THE LITTLE GIRL

It’s late at night, the moon is shining and the cicadas are singing: and I cannot sleep. My brother’s bed is empty, because he’s sleeping in hospital tonight. And the Cloud is back on my head.

A little girl, her grandmother’s house by the lake, a big old tree that will have to be cut down because it is too sick. A little brother in the hospital, because he, too, is very sick. A cloud that has been hanging over the little girl’s head for some time, like bad thoughts that she can’t get rid of.

In the space of one night, something magical will happen: the old tree has a testimony of wisdom and hope to pass on to her.