into the trees we go

From my seat on the airplane, I see this sign on the international airport in Hobart, Tasmania. I am perplexed. We’ll be flying above the trees, hopefully not into them. But I also like the imagery of going into the trees when not on an airplane — a nice hike, perhaps.

So now I’m thinking about when I might be able to go on my next hike. A bit of a serene thought. I don’t have any issues with flying, but a bit of calm is always a nice thing.

How’s that for the value of a non sequitur?