A stump? Why a picture of stump?
This is a special stump. As an adolescent, I frequently rode my bicycle here. I would sit, think, and stare out over the water and sailboats below me. The trees were not as grown up then, and the stump was a bit more solid. Still, the icon from my teenage years remains in the same place, looking out over the same views. Perhaps its played host to a few other pondering and sometimes troubled visitors over the 30-some years which have long since passed. It looks a little more worn. Then again, so do I.
I hope everyone has a stump somewhere.