Ange -

And if it should not be you, after all -
Down the long passage, turning in the hall;
Or slipping at a distance through the light
Of streetlamped corners just within my sight;
I will not then turn back into my room,
Chilled and disheartened wrapped in angry gloom;
But warm myself to think the mind should send
So many shades of you to be my friend...

Gordon R. Dickson

A real treestory from Highland Park, Rochester NY