In mountain pose, I stand with my feet planted firmly on the stone mason man-made patio, arms outstretched and rising up with open palms. In my line of sight is a tall trunk of a tree, aligned perfectly between my hands. Framing its trunk with the inner edges of each hand, I trace its straightness, extending upward. Its symmetry surprises me, out here in nature, where I came to get away from the straight lines in the city. It makes me wonder, with renewed childish curiosity, if the straight lines in the city have some semblance to nature.