open the doors

Today, as I did errands during the lunch hour, I saw a patch of trees growing from a podium in a housing complex. They reached maybe five or six stories high.
I grew up near a patch of woods. It stood across the street. Pine trees and their needles, bees nests, a large stone we called The Elephant Rock.
And behind the house, a field with pheasants, skunks, streams, blackberries...
Those dusty city trees in Hong Kong brought me to all of these places. When we open the doors, we see everything.
Photo: Garden in Suzhou, China