The Tree

It stands alone, like a dedicated sentinel overlooking vast territory, motionless in its duty. Although it makes no noise in an attempt to communicate, it somehow reaches out and draws me near. It offers peace, solitude and deep reflection. It's my spot. 

Others have a similar area.  An aging recliner with smooshed cushions, a wooden adirondack chair with chipped paint or a beat up lawn chair with sagging web straps. Mine happens to be a tree.