Yesterday, I sat outside after work. As I was sitting outside I noticed the tree we have in our front yard. Normally, this tree is barren; a living, wooden statue in the middle of our lawn. Today, however, I realized the leaves had come back. Waxy, tiny leaves whose color I’m not sure to describe as more red or brown. I kept looking at them, and I couldn’t help but think that it’s the small nothings that have the most meaning.